My crush loves to watch me sleep, and it’s a mix of thrilling and unnerving. I’ve caught him stealing glances, his gaze soft and contemplative, as if he finds beauty in my stillness. Part of me feels flattered, wondering what he sees in those quiet moments, while another part questions the intensity of his fascination. It’s strange to think someone cherishes my vulnerability like that, reminding me that love can be found in the smallest, most unexpected moments—even when I’m lost in dreams.