the only doom that looms is you loving me to death.

he just doesn't know how to explain how she makes him feel. everything good about the world seems to have collapsed in on one thing that he doesn't know how to understand it. all he knows is how much he wants to spend every waking moment with her. he can't think about anything else anymore. she is his drug, his addiction. for the first time in years he has been victim to idiots being homophobic assholes. he couldn't do anything to stop them but hold on to her tighter, hoping to protect her from their words. "are these two lesbians? I think they're lesbians. are you lesbians? ....... does that mean you have sex? dayyyyyym.... I'll take that as a yes!!!" stripped of his manly confidence, he still could not be put in a less than perfect mood for more than a few seconds.  with graduation coming up everyone is starting to panic, he just can't focus on the school work anymore. he'd much rather just spend his days writing or making things to give to her. that's the only he could see himself making it through the last three weeks.  <3 <3