killerblonde.

                    He was everything I WANTED IN A BOY, all wrapped up in soft skin and skinny jeans. I still got  n e r v o u s  seeing his eyes; he was always so excited to see me. I loved how he got so TOUCHY sometimes, how he’d squeeze my cheeks or lean on me. He was so much of what I wanted, but none of what I could have. He could never LIKE ME LIKE THAT, because he loved me too much, but just as a friend.