Blog #3

{there isn't much context here, just typing word vomit so interpret this entry how you will}.

Everyone whom I talk to wants a straight answer on whether I like him or not. If I'd want to date him. I only associate dating with one vile, vomit worthy person so i didn't want to have to think about the situation much, but I think typing my conclusion will help me get things straight.

I do not have a crush on him nor do I like him. 

But I do love him. I care about him and his feelings that I know are so fragile. I love his face because of how it frames his smile. I love his hair that falls right in place even when he says it looks bad. I love his eyes because they reflect how he sees me. I love his hands, because one can hold both of mine in security. I love his ability to laugh along with me at horror movies while the screen is splattered in gore. I love his laugh, his grin, his demeanor of happiness amongst his past. I love all the parts of him that he hates.

I don't and will never like him, but i admit that i love him. 

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