I've never been so interested with one person. In every way imaginable, Tom has managed to capture my attention. He talks about books in a way that I've never heard before. His mind is a very interesting thing to explore. By asking one question, I can watch his mind open up, and marvel at his answer.
Tom is truly like no one that I know, and that makes him wonderful to me. I miss him whenever he's not around. When we talk to one another, I begin to get sad as our conversation comes to an end. I hate knowing that I have to let him go, especially whenever we're unsure of when we can talk again.
He's beautiful in every imaginable way. I like him. Actually, I more than like him. He's very special to me and I don't want to screw things up. Whatever form things take, I hope that he realizes how much I care for him.
I can't wait until Saturday morning, when I'm able to get another dose of Tom. It's strange how someone, whom I originally thought of as a just a friend, can make me feel so much more than friendly feelings. Tom causes a lot of emotion to run through my veins. Each emotion is of the good variety, though.
Tom is good for me. I want to be just as good for him.
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