It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

How-how can we make it against the whole world?

How can something so wrong feel so right?

Any guy, even imaginary, would just feel like second best. Second best to what? I don't even have an image of the perfect boyfriend. I just know he must exist. Because I have all these feelings-love, longing, wanting to be touched, dreaming of being kissed-yet no one to focus them on.