Am I crazy? Probably.
First i admired him as a mentor. then a person. and now, i'm in love with him. right before i walked up to the stage to receive my diploma, he was the last person i looked at and his smile gave me butterflies, which freaked me out. i find myself thinking about him, wondering about him. i laugh at his jokes, listen to his advice on both acting and life, and anticipate every moment i can just be around him. he's one of the few people who kept me from throwing away all my dreams. now that i think, he's even helped some of them become reality.
i'll admit it's weird that an eighteen year old girl would be attracted to a man like him. he's
39. never been married, no kids. kinda bald. short. but i'm no supermodel either! still, i love his eyes, they're the color of honey.
and i noticed them because he's one of those rare people i can make eye contact with
without feeling embarrassed. even though he's not perfect nor a model, i find myself loving him for what he is. he's treated me with more kindness than some of my own family members. even though he's twice my age and i doubt he'll ever see me as more than a friend and colleague, i'll always have a place in my heart for him. i know i'm extremely crazy to feel this way, but i like this feeling. it makes me feel the happiest i've been in a while.