He’s the last person you think of before falling asleep, and the first you think of when you wake up.
Every time you hear your phone, you hope it will be him.
You are often debating whether or not you should contact him, even though you always want to.
You find a way to mention him to your close friends on a daily basis. You hope they ask about him.
You have to make a conscious effort to not talk about him too much.
You always wonder when you’re going to see him again.
You remember everything he tells you about himself.
You want to know everything there is to know about him.
He’s the only person you really want to be with.
You remember the names of his friends and family. You want to impress them.
When you’re somewhere that you’ve seen him before or think he might be, you frequently scan the room for him.
You always seem to be looking for him in crowded rooms and in passerbys on the sidewalk.
You start letting yourself envision a life with him, although you know you shouldn’t.
You subconsciously make plans around him.
You love the way he smells. You try to save it on your clothes, or steal his.
You wonder if he thinks about you half as much as you think about him.
There is something you don’t recognize about yourself when you’re with him. This scares you, but it feels right, somehow.
His eyes are beautiful. So is his smile.
You long for his touch.
He makes you feel special.
You want him to know all the best parts of you, and even some of the damaged parts.
You’re always happier around him.
He makes you want to be your best self.
You miss him when apart.
You like all of him.
He has the power to devastate you, but you’re willing to let him do it.