It’s almost getting dark. I can still feel the force of the wind blowing the hair away from my face. Here I am doing the usual thing that I do, walking around my aunts’ neighborhood and singing along with to the songs in my iPod. Although it may be cold out here and I am shivering, but I don’t want to go inside just yet. I know that he will come out at sometime, I just need to wait a little more. I can’t believe that I actually think that I am in love with him. Everyone I tell, tells me the same thing over and over again: they tell me that I have fallen in love with the image or dream that he is the one for me. I have also looked online about the difference between lust and love and the conclusion leads a little more than lust and more towards love. I don’t get to see him that often and when I do, I can’t explain how I feel, but I want to talk to him and get to know him. It’s sad that I don’t even know his name, but he and his family are nice to me. I know that he has his parents which I knew that the mom liked me and still does because she always says hi to me and I thought the dad didn’t like me but I was proven wrong. He has three sisters, and the youngest likes me, but I don’t get to see the other two often either. And lastly he has a brother, which to me I could tell immediately because they look a lot similar. I don’t know if his brother likes me but he hasn’t done anything to make me think that he doesn’t and his friend are okay. But yeah that’s my rant for today.