 | I want him so bad, I can barely breathe. I could've drowned in his hazel eyes from heaven. He was definitely born from the sugar-sweetest of the angels. To me, you see, this boy was my dream. I craved him like smooth hot chocolate on a cold, icy winter's day. But the intensity of his deep gaze into my eyes was almost too much to bear under his addictive wrath. I am going crazy over the electric feeling I get when we touch. He is my light and my escort to heaven. I believe in him and love him so. He has no idea. |  |