Tell me, is there a name more fitting for the way I could feel your presence even after you’ve left the room? Or the way minutes disguise themselves as hours when we part ways? Because trust me, I’ve tried. And although I’ve tried to love you modestly and cautiously, it was inevitable that I would be falling for you recklessly and hopelessly. So, whatever it may be have been, the truth remains – I have never loved the way I love you.
I’m going to fail talking in front of the class. I want him to talk to me in his funny voices and sing stuff to me after I die of embarrassment