maybe its the night. or maybe im just crazy.

it was wonderful seeing you. i wish you knew how happy you make me. im happy that you were happy that it was me. i'll never get sick of your random information facts. or those terrible green eyes. you beat any bigshot soccer player, in my books. and while i'm on this rampage of honesty, i wish when i said goodbye, i hugged you just a little bit tighter. maybe then, i would get my point across. i'm too afraid to sat it out loud, so i'll type it in a blog that you will most likely never see. i like you.