Dear Tristan,

I refuse to call it a crush.

I just like to look at your face.

I like your nose the most.
The way your eyes turn upwards at the corners slightly. The way your eyebrows are shaped. The deep brown color of your eyes. Your lips have a unique shape to them, the top lip fuller than the bottom. Your hands are oddly cute to me, not huge and rough like Sam's. Your shoulders are just the right width; they complement your size very well. I like when you wear those sunglasses.

I don't have a crush on you.. I will never call it that.

But I will never truly have an explanation as to why I enjoy your face so much. I just love to look at it.