I am trying to not think of you and I fail on every occasion. Purely being in this place keeps you in my mind, my heart steadily racing. Despite it all, I still feel shivers when you walk by, that high feeling of admiration when you smile, when you walk and when you speak; I wish it was to me. Perhaps this is not what you want to hear, my flights of fantasy are not the desires of your ears. There is just so much about you saying you are beautiful and unfortunately there is no way to see you as otherwise. Your light is intoxicating and I cannot get enough of just witnessing it, yet to experience, just in awe that you exist.