You don't know what kind of power you have over me, Paul. I fear you. I love you. I don't want to think about you, but yet I do. Seeing your picture gives me great joy and great pain all at the same time. I know it can never happen, but I want it to. I know I'm not good enough for you, but I want to be.

If I could say that to his face, I would. Sadly, he has less than 17 days left. I have less than 16.

Damn you college.