The more that I write about him, the more that I fall deeper into the pit of doom. The more that I write about him, the more that my illusions about him continue to grow. The problem is that, I can’t just stop writing about him, because if I don’t, then, I might explode. I continue to see him almost everyday and I feel like my heart wants to explode every time. I barely know him, this is just a silly crush, but damn my fingers are itching. I just want to draw him. Or write about him, so my heart might at least calm down. Once the semester finishes, I hope the my feelings would vanish too.