I don’t think that anyone has ever asked me to kiss them before. Tom just plainly said “Come kiss me!”, and you know what? I wanted to. I really did. I cannot wait until I get to visit him. I’m not sure if it’s just his English accent that is charming me or what, but I think I legitimately have a crush, one that will last more than two hours, ha. I’m just sick of being alone. I know that sounds desperate and just stupid, but I haven’t dated anyone in well over a year because I was waiting on someone else. Well, not anymore. And I mean it. I’m going go be very honest, I love you (you know who you are). But I’m pretty much done with acting like a sick puppy, drooling at every word you say to me. It’s so deadbeat obvious that nothing will ever happen between us, so what am I even doing? Who knows that’s the point. I’ve always had a thing for foreign boys, and now, I actually have a real chance with one. It’s almost like a dream come true of sorts (cliche, I know). I’m very happy.