Its not fair.
Last night you told me you had a crush on me. The thrill of sitting and talking to you, not breaking any rules but bending them, tons of them, so I could talk to you honestly.
Its ironic that I lost my voice the more we talked last night, because I can't think of another thing I would say to you. Last night was...perfect.
You are a warm wonder. I had no idea so much sweetness and strength of character could form the curves of any woman quite like you. I haven't felt - REALLY felt - such sheer attraction - and I don't mean purely sexual - in years. I wish every woman were like you, that is - you and my girlfriend. I wish I didn't feel for you both.
So here I am, alone in the dorms on spring break, with strep throat. And you're both out of town.
Looks like I'll have a lot of time to think.