Sometimes, I see you murmuring to yourself or looking lost, Parker. And there's this depth in your eyes that appears whenever that happens. I find myself getting lost in them, and when you look up to see me staring at you, I would try to look away and pretend that I was looking at something else.

Yes, I know, subtlety isn't my strong suit. But, hey, you can't blame me. I can't stop myself from looking at you.

I enjoy those rare times when you wouldn't catch me looking, and then I could just savor the image of you all day long. Your features, so sharp and so demanding, never cease to amaze me, Parker. I wonder why.

Oh, and Parker?

I'm wearing the Foundation shirt right now.

Since I wasn't able to wear it in school - due to the cancellation of dance club - I decided, what the heck? At least let me wear it tonight as sleepwear.

At least that way, I could pretend that you're hugging me right now, your scent seeped into this very fabric and your presence lingering in my mist.

Perhaps I really am becoming obsessive, but again, I can't help it.

Who can't be obsessed over such an addicting drug like you?