I like him so much, and I don’t think he has any idea. The only reason I hang around outside is to talk to him. That is the only reason. I know it’s stupid, and I know I’m dazed and confused but I just like him. I feel like a moth under a shot glass, nowhere to go but I keep crashing against the walls and jumping and pushing and pushing. I like the way he doesn’t take soccer seriously, and I love his shoulders for some reason. I want to go back to ny but with him this time.