Why I love Dave

Look at this face and try and tell me you didn't sigh or say "AW" .

The following is some pages out of my journal about Dave(after I wsaw him on Conan). This is kinda personla. so please dont laugh too hard.

I trembled to the thought of seeing him. My knees now hurt , want me to go back when I first laid eyes on him. He was young and so was I, but I was much much younger than he. I still am and I wish that wern't so. I wish to be with Dave like no one else. Not even Seth. Have I gone mad? I asked myself ocasinally when I first relized it. Loving someone other than Seth? I always did love Dave. Deep inside of me I always loved him. From the start in the hotel room(my first memory of watching the Kids in the hall)  to now where I sit writting. 9 or 8 years, I have hidden how i feel. Casting him aside. But I knew I liked him. I watched him now and then and I'd say, "Oh thats uh,... Dave Foley!" And here I am weeping as I write surounded by his "beauty" . He doesn't know me but I know him. I haved often visited him in my dreams. I remember one dream I laid next to him and I watched him sleep. And I studied his face carefully as he dreamed of something I wished to see. I dreamed of that and many more(some being KITH dreams) I have never had a  Seth Green dream though.
   I think of Dave all the time now. I haven't slept well and I haven't eaten much. I can't tell if Im hungry or not now a days. I have only slept 15 hours in the past 3 days. I lay awake, thinking of sleep then it turns to Dave. I only slept 3 hours yesturday, I staied up all night thinking of Dave, what I'd say to him if we ever met(mostly thinking of some sorta way of not embarassing myself) And then I looked to teh clocj and it was 5am or so, I really dont remember.
    Why do I love Dave so much? People may ask me one day. And I will reply, "Why do we love God or whoever any one worships?"
   Dave the way I say that name, teh way I pronounce it it fun itself. My tounge reaching to teh oof of my mouth to say , "Da" in Dave. I think that is my favorite part in saying his name.
   Dave such a creature of "beauty(in a guy way)" His light brown hair. My head hurts to the thought of actually running my fingers (from what I can run them through) though ihis hair. His eyes, blue mixed with the beauty of Gray would make man woman and child sigh.. And his smile. A present given to me. He doesn't know it, but each time he smiles, he is givving me a gift. no one can top. The sterio i got a Christmas, nothing. The CD player, worthless. The lava lamp? I waould smash, break and rip everything I own(except my Dave stuff) for him. May I kill? That hasnt come up yet. But I know how Romeo And Juliet felt. Love.
   People may say this is just a crush. A crush? Oh, sure a crush for ten years. Love, I say. I am in Love and no one can convince me otherwise.

Think what you want, this is my feelings for him, not yours.

Call me obbsesed, cuz I am.