This is really quite terrifying; I guess that's the word; it seems I've...fallen in love? Those words seem like a lie, something stupid and nonexistant , I can't even get myself to say them. It can't be love, not towards a friend, surley? Is it possibleto love a friend? Is it odd, creepy, weird, frowned upon? Why have I not noticed it before? There must be something else! It can't be love! But, what? What could make me so scared to address him about spending time with him? What could make these images haunt my mind? What could make me shudder in such a way at the mention of being in his arms? What could make it unbearable to listen to songs I used to love listening to? Is this just the trick of an overactive imagination or am I missing something? What's wrong with me?
