mmm, I'm not sure he perceives all of this...but when he, without even thinking about it (or does he?) puts his hand on my shoulder or when, whil speaking, he comes really close to my face with his face, then I just go nuts inside, and blush or something.
I so know I should just dare telling him...but I'm a weaklings, it seems. A weakling.
The problem is that, when he's around, his personality and beauty and everything overwhelms me so much that I feel kinda blocked. I get really confused and think I couldn't handle a refusal from him. But everything he does really, when he plays his favorite tune on the piano and I find myself whistling it for hours afterwards as if it had always been my own favorite tune.
It's funny how this little tune always comes to my mind when I fell really depressed. It's already distracted me from suicidal thoughts a couple of times...
oh, this is the song he likes to play...this is not him though : )