There is a girl with beautiful eyes. Her eyes hold wonder, but they look cautious, they always have a hint of happiness and they always look passionate. Her eyes have never shown me tears, and have always shown a wonderful glow that I never distrusted. Her eyes can hold my attention for days, and make me wonder for more. Her eyes are something to fall in love with, they hold secrets I may never know, but I don’t need to. They hold beautiful things I could only wish to feel. They look attentive and questioning, but they do not look fearful. They amaze me as much as the girl does and they show more than anything else I have ever seen. I love this girl, but I’m far too afraid to tell her. Last night was a night where nothing went well. From meeting a stranger who bought us cigarettes and brought us alcohol he was strangely too accepting. Awkward moments were overcome by the intoxication of liquor and the strange movement of your brain when you are over thinking, and over contemplating a conversation from the night before. When you can’t get something out of your head and it fills all the space for thought you hold it is hard to focus on anything else. Some people say this is what love feels like, but it’s what I say hurts the most. Broken hearts hurt the most when you break your own heart. Taking a trip too long for kids too drunk to think with logic to pick up an intoxicant that is the first time your friend is doing something, and something you had thought you were going to quit is not a fun trip. What makes those kinds of trips worse is when you can’t get a thought out of your mind, and when you finally arrive where you should be you meet people who you weren’t expecting to meet in a state you weren’t expecting them to be in. As your friend has tears sneaking out her eyes and you become overwhelmed with your own guilt wiping those tears away is more for yourself than for your friend. I suspected that things weren’t turning out the way the way she thought thing would be, but she blamed most of it on throat pain, which I had thought I had explained would happen. Perhaps I had ever done and I am not sober enough to write an entry. I think I’ve got a crush, yet I’m far too afraid to say. Love.