Day 75

I think it's finally time to reveal a little secret I have been holding from everyone. It deals with a summer love. A very one-sided summer love.

I don't know his name, nor do I care to learn. I call him my baby, my habibi, my cute watchmen, or whatever whimsical name that pleases me for the day. I see my baby every day on my walk to class. Always that same smile, a smile that sees neither the complications of life or complexities in unhappiness, just an open and honest smile on his very attractive and kind face.

The whole thing really just started with a few stolen glances, a quick glance to verify his existence, a little validation to the skips of my heart. Several weeks passed by and it evolved into those small, shy half smiles, ones that gave a little bit of spice, a little bit of character to my walks. And now, I've gotten gutsy/crazy enough to whisper a little goodmorning, a little nonsensical greeting for a foolish crush.

I hope it doesn't make me a sad person if this person isn't real. If he isn't made of flesh and bone, but rather paper and ink. Is it sad that in either case, he still gives me little flutters in the morning. A secret crush, an unspoken relationship that doesn't mind when I project my thoughts, hopes, and feelings into the cosmic space between us in hopes to escape from them.

And I hope it doesn't make me crazy for feeling this way, cause I rather enjoy his presence and my sanity. I may have not succeeded in finding a skin-and-bones man, but in the end... they serve the same emotional purpose. A listening and caring ear.

And I'm happy for it.