To top it off, one of my favorite secret, impossibly beautiful crushes sat down next to me this morning. Nothing will ever come of it, but for a few moments he had his hand on the back of my chair, and I could feel the hairs on his arm. It was almost unbearable. No, it was unbearable. There is such a thing as beauty that makes you gasp with joy and feel grateful to be alive. Does he have any idea how beautiful he is? I saw him one day driving down Santa Monica Boulevard, singing to the radio.
Ah, the dreams of summer.