Sonam Kaloti Arts Editor All I see are your eyes. It’s so sad that the rest of your face is hiding. I want to see your rose blush—your cheeks eg t flush every time I compliment you. # Oxytocin guts. Thursdays you have ” to go. Mistletoe: still deciding if we should kiss (and when), cause for weeks I’ve been infatuated. It’s true that I miss your smile and your voice when you sound tired, sleepy by choice but soft. No mistletoe up, so I will send you my wishlist with all 1 require. Making eye contact in class again thinking youre shy and nervous and hot (sorry). Want you to be my boyfriend, feel your teeth and get caught by desire.