today I had had the courage to tell the person I have a thing for how important they are to me. How happy I am when they are around, how nervous but excited I am when we talk. How beautiful they are by just being their true self and how they accept me despite what I perceive as flaws and all my quirks, and they still give me their time. How wonderful and awkward but real our relationship would be.

And how I have conjured all of this up in my mind, and my only wish is to make it a reality. Maybe someday.