i'm all smiles...and my cheeks hurt
i honestly can't get enough of this boy. i'm not sure what my deal is. he makes me nervous to the point where my hands shake. i had to pick dandelions to keep him from noticing i was shaking. and i paced in front of his steps because i couldn't get myself to knock on his door. and every time he smiles...i can't help but smile. and every time i laugh...he smiles. he's cute when he's just woken up...he rubs his eyes and complains that he's tired. his eyes make my knees weak. so i sit on his porch to keep from falling. and he sits next to me. we talk. we laugh. and i can't help from being the happiest i've been in a long time.