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Sunday, October 5, 2008
Hugging Zach is like hugging an enormous teddy bear, except, this one hugs back. And fantastically, at that. I feel like I never want to let go, just remain in his warmth and comfort forever. This scares me. It also thrills me. Being so near to him sparks a pleasant, familiar glow in the pit of my stomach, the kind you get when you fall in love. I don't believe that I'm head-over-heels in love with Zach so much as I'm in love with being friends with such a fantastic guy. I can't even begin to explain what a great guy he is, but I'm going to try anyway. I'm so lucky to have made a friend like him, someone who isn't even close to cynical, who uplifts everyone, expresses his feelings, and is probably the most kind male alive. I don't know if I'll ever meet anyone quite like him ever again. I hope that my future husband is similar to him: kind, positive, funny, uplifting. He says the loveliest things for no specific reasons. Like today, for instance: I commented on how I felt weird not wearing makeup, and he said "You look beautiful no matter what, Erin." How astonishingly kind is that? He makes me want to squeeze him to death with a giant, grateful hug. Having him in my life has made me feel increasingly happy, and I desperately hope that we'll remain close friends through the years. Maybe I am in love with him. (That's what the Seventeen magazine quiz said, at least) |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
