Okay, a confession.
Hay... here I am, in this state of "dreamlike lyricism", floating blissfully in my thoughts of... him. 

Why does he have to be so Jeffrey Sachs-like? 
Why do I have to feel the chemistry all over when we're together? 
How could he be so noble, so astig, so... admirable, so... him?

Him, him, him! Him, who makes me feel so light; who bring out-of-the-blue secret smiles to my otherwise ordinary days.

I so "crush" him!!! :)

Okay, crush is such an underdeveloped word... more like, like him. Or okay, let me get straight to the point -- love, even.

The environment surrounding us have had hints; have had suspicions that there is magic around the two of us being moulded into something more concrete.

But sadly, a full, solid gold it can't be... perhaps not yet, perhaps never to happen at all.
I'm not sure of the elements he's composed of (or I mean, if there's another person). 

I can't proclaim to the earth; I couldn't bring my overflowing heart to admitting to him.

Back to my point. Yup, I am falling... for him. And while it would be so totally shining, shimmering, splendidly wonderful that he feels the same, what I have for him is the type that doesn't expect anything in return...

Hay... I leave it to the gods. I would be happy with however things will turn out. He's one amazing and cool person, and I hope he'll always be happy too. :)

There's no way I'm prompting him  to this site but I hope he gets to read this. He's stupid if he wouldn't recognize that it's him I'm referring to. Haha.

Shiyeeetttt. Been bitten by the bug.