I've been so frustrated with you,

and I guess it's because I have

such a fascination with looking

at you lately...

studying all

of the lines and curves

of your face

or the viens in your hands

has become one of my

favorite things.

If you asked me why I like you,

I would say I don't know for sure.

It's not a question I can answer,

because I don't quite understand it.

I don't know why you first

sparked my interest when you did.

I'm not sure why I get

extremely nervous when I...

look at you or talk to you.

I simply don't understand.

The only thing I know,

the only thing I understand

is that I can't find the words

to describe my affection for

your personality and,

dare I say,

your soul.

I've been trying to keep it together,

but I've been losing sleep

and forget how to function properly sometimes

when it's all that I can think about.

One day, I'll tell you how much I love you.

Just not today.