Him.
It's been a while since I've seen him. I want to see him but I have no reason to, other than to see his smile. Which is never good enough. His laugh, his look, the way he feels, the air swirling around him, it's all so special, so different. But he can't know. You can't know. I have never gone to any guy saying "I like you." And I never will. It may ruin my life, it may save it, I will never know the difference. Don't mind me hiding it, it may be you reading it, but I doubt you will read this. But if you are, I like you a lot.