Venting

Why is it that when you text me or message me or communicate with me in any way I feel like I'm on Cloud Nine. Whenever I see your name on the caller ID, I get butterflies in my stomach. You are older than me, much older. Is 6 years really that much? You drink quite a bit to and I'm straightedge. Why do you make me feel like this? I sometimes wish that you would stop talking to me so I could stop thinking about you so much. But on the other hand, I just wish that I could kiss you and be with you. I want you to be my Mr. Darcy, my Romeo, my Edward, my Sid. But that will never happen, I'm secretly not allowed to talk to you. My parents have forbade me. Your red hair and your glasses are just the cutest thing to me. But you and me can never be. And it hurts me everytime I realize again that I can never be with you.