Dear Everyone, but mostly no one,

I don't know why I'm writing this, maybe I just need to. But it's probably the fever. You know nothing here smells like her. Nothing compares to her scent..or scents. The sweet smell of plum from her hair. The unique and curious scent of mint and cinnamon from her skin. Or the lovely perfume of cherry blossoms from her lips. Then there are her eyes, how the drift along blessing everything with her gaze. The way her eyes instantly change their emotion. It makes her so unpredictable. Is it so strange that I know these things about her? That I've begun to dream her voice? Perhaps she's talking to me while I sleep and her voice floats to my dreams. But I don't think so because I can hear her voice in the halls. Her sweet lilting voice singing ever so softly. Do you think me crazy? For knowing what makes her eyes glossen with fear? Or what makes them glimmer with joy, and darken with sadness? How her eyes captivate me. Perhaps she is right. Maybe we will get married. Though if we don't I sincerely hope she doesn't leave me. I don't know how I survived before her.

Losing My Mind To Her,
Osumaru