All I think about is how to make you think of me
I like this guy. His name is Hunter. And I barely know him, but he's really hot and so sweet and gentlemanly yet hilarious and just awesome and I like him so much even though I don't know him very well. But you see, the only place I ever talk to him is at set crew for the play, and the performances are this week.
After this Saturday I will probably never talk to him again. And that makes me so, so sad.