Why do I love that damn bastard? All he does is sit there with his lil white gloves and say crap about my height, he even once said I was too short to grope! WHO IS HE CALLING AN ULTRA HYPER MIDGET, GOD HE CAN EASILY GROPE MY ASS!! Well, that over, I know we cannot be together, I mean I'm sixteen, he's twenty nine and he's my commanding officer, this sucks, I really must tell him how I feel otherwise I'll never be able to relax or be happy. I have to admit that I love him, I need him, and I want him to tell me he loves me and that he'll never leave my side. His smile makes me melt, his onyx eyes when they glint mischievously as he makes some comment about my height. God I love him, I can't help myself…
