Fallen seraphims and other whims

I did the calories ok today.

I miss the play, though I'm not sure it was that good.

I handed in an essay. I don't think it was very good.

I saw him. We'd seen each other every day for quite a while, and I didn't realise how much time we'd spent together. I missed him. He might have missed me- he said it was strange not seeing me all day. Then he called me fat and told me I was ugly. I like it when he does that. Sadomasochist.

I asked him whether he was gay or not, but we were with other people and he said he wouldn't say. Does that mean don't try me, or I'm not sure? We sat close and his fingers touched my thigh. I was happy like that for a good while. He's so beautiful; he's tall, and he's got blue blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. His hair's tipped with auburn at the fringe, and dark everywhere else, I sifted glass from it. I used to put foundation on, when we were in the play; I don't know if he knew I was always more delicate with him than I was with the others, because I liked touching his face so much.

This crush is getting ridiculous.