Seventeen-year-old

he has turned me into a 17-year-old who yearns for his love, attention, gaze and appreciation

i think he has conjured some magic on me where i can't stop thinking and writing about him

i know this blog is turning into a rambling fest of my love-struck mind, but i don't care

i know this post has no poetry or rhyme, but i don't care

i know i sound stupid, irrelevant, incoherent in front of him sometimes, but i don't care

i know all my posts here are excessively soaked with adjectives and metaphors i bestow upon him, but i don't care

all i care about is the smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes when he corrects me

all i care about is how he turns me on with his intelligent comebacks

all i care about is how he cares for me and my wishes

all i care about is how he grounds me when i get carried away

all i care about is the space and independence he gives my gypsy soul

all i care about is how his presence has tamed the hurricane inside me

all i care about is how much i love him and how much he loves me