With one look - one glance - he had my heart. He didn't even have to try. I honestly don't think he did, really. But with every look since then, I fall a little more, and when he said my name the first time, I wanted to cry. I love the way my name sounds coming from his mouth. I love when I feel like someone's watching me, and I turn and meet his eyes. I love watching him be an idiot, and be smart, and be loud and funny; but I love it most when I'm around, and he's suddenly much more quiet. He's not even mine, but I get so jealous when he hangs out with other girls around me. Jealous enough to start WWIII. All in all, he is my kryptonite. And I like it this way. The only way things could be better; is if he finally asked me out.  ~