I know all these things about him.
I compare every men I know to to him. (poor boys..)
He's smart and he always knows exactly what to say.
He has a smile that makes everything around him disappear, and when he talks I get lost in his eyes.
I watch him talk to his frinds and think: "God, don't let him look my way or I won't be able to resist him".
He does not usually see me but when he does, I find ways to avoid his stare. And celebrate that I could refrein my self from going running to his arms. One tiny victory.
I wake up every morinig with a blush and tones of oxitocine and endorfins rushing through my veins. If only my dreams could came true..

I wish it was easier to pretend I hate you. That I don't need you. That I don't crave for your touch. That I wouldn't die for one kiss from you.

I guess I love you my prince frog