Secretly, I'm in love.

I'm sorry for getting out of the habit of posting more regularly. It's not like I've been busy lately or anything, I just haven't posted.
Anyway, let's get on with this baby:
There's this waiter at Mandola's. I seriously think he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen in real life. I don't know his name, age, or anything about him. All I know is that he has gorgeous brown eyes and every time I go there, he smiles at me and I feel my heart pitter-patter and I know my cheeks are turning bright pink as I smile back. I think about him when my dad and I sit in awkward silence eating salad. I think about him as I see him when he walks out to the patio. I think about him every second from the moment when I walk in to the door to the moment when I get into the car.
And I wish I was older and more dazzling. I wish my bangs fit my face and my eye makeup wasn't smeared. I wish I wasn't in gross clothes and I wish I was able to talk to him.
But if I did, I wouldn't find myself typing about this mystery. I wouldn't find myself thinking about his eyes during Biology class. I wouldn't try to make myself look worth while everyday with the small fluttering of my heart hoping somehow, some way, I will see him.
What can I say? I've developed a crush on a man I'll probably never talk to except when asking for a glass for water.

i luv ya 4evah
:-P