Collecting Pics. 1

Thats what I'm doing.
Following you, pretending to remember every single detail of you.
Blaming you for what you make me feel now.
Watching the attractive way you are.
Loving those days in which you wear black clothes, when you are all in black, including your beret/cap and shoes.
Your smile can't be B-er.
Still need a pic of your ponytail.
Too many pics of your beret.
Too many pics of your loose hair.
Still need a pic of your tied hair.
I still need to see you in a B-er form.
Could you please grow up your goatee-moust. for me?
Could you please give me one pic of you in a beanie as a gift?
Could you please wear hight tops and shorts for one day?
Sometimes you make me want a free.
Sometimes you make me feel like I should have never noticed that you were staring at me.
YOU know that YOU drive me crazy.
What would you think if you knew that I collect pics of you?
What would you do if you knew that I want you to be B-er?
What would you say if you knew that I want you to tie your hair up?
What would you say if you knew that I want you to grow your moust. up?
What would you think if you knew that I want you to kiss me?
What would you say if you knew that I would like for us to go on a date?
What would you think if I asked you to leave 'that' for me?
You, confusing and interesting boy. You are WEIRD and I like YOU.
What do you feel?