nico, nick, nicholas, wolfwood. where do I even start? you make me so stupid for you, filling my head with nothing but thoughts of you. your voice, your laugh, your smile, your stupid jokes, your compliments.. so so much more. everything about you infests my brain so easily, in the best way possible. like you were made to be there. I crave you so often it's embarrassing, but I don't mind at all, not for you. everything about you is beyond my wildest dreams. saying i like you doesn't encompass everything i feel; doesn't describe how easily you can make my face heat up and my thoughts flood with fantasies of us being together. so many times i've imagined a mundane life together — whether that be as friends or something more.

that being said, nico, i really do think you're just perfect. i'd do anything just to see you, to be able to hold you and treat you as you deserve. words don't encompass enough. i love you, nicholas, and i really really like you.