February, won't you be my...

.... Valentine.

I walk in a maze.

I'm spending my weekends in ways I've never done before.

And I think I kind of like it.

Sitting next to you in class.

Breaks my heart in ways you can't even comprehend.

What does this mean? What's another word for desperate?

And all I really want to do is love you.

A kind much closer than friends use.

"you just seem a lot quieter.."

No, Calvin. I'm just learning to keep my mouth shut.

Well, my general thought process is.

Hello, please read the fucking story I wrote about you.

But at the same time, I never ever want you to know.

"sorry i didn't know what to do when you cried :|"

When you cried, I didn't know what to do either.

I miss you, Calvin.

And then I wonder.

When will it be my turn?

I can see it happening, can see it maturing and growing. The intimacy, the closeness, the sheer proximity. It's developing into something that will drive me mad and I'm starting to think that I'll go blind with jealousy.

I had no idea I'd end up caring so much.

I want that closeness with someone too.



It's the little things that get to me.

And just when I thought I would never care.

I do.

I do a lot.

I swear.

I am the most socially inept person on the face of this planet.