i’m in love with ted

Yes, it’s true. I think I’m in love with Ted. I think about him. I can’t go on a day without seeing him, even if it means sacrificing time for sleep or study.

He’s just the romantic type. The hopeless kind. He’s the one who would surprise you with coach gifts or with flowers on your door. Or a little stunt just to make you laugh. He’s emotional and poetic and funny. He just wants to sweep you off your feet. Perhaps he’s the one who can make me “dance like a dervish”.

Oh, and that eyes. That pretty eyes. That puppy eyes. I would melt at the stare of those eyes. And his smile. That boyish smile. It’s so cute and sexy. And I could not help but to smile back, the sweetest smile I can. Oh, how I love that boyish charm.

And he just knows a lot. I learn from him every time. He knows his books and his arts. And we both even love Star Wars. We could go a day talking about it. And he’s childish. He never lost that child-like wonder, and playfulness, and happiness. We’d just click together. But he’s matured. And independent. And talented.

I think I’m in love with you, Ted Mosby.