It's painful. Your smile. It's affecting someone else.
Her texts are effecting you instead.
I wish. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you, but you'd call me stalker.
I'm not stalking. I'm making sure that you're okay. I'm checking your social media accounts because I miss you, but we've never met.
It hurts. Because I'm suffering. I'm suffering because I don't know if you're taken, or if you're single. I'm always trying to find out, because I care. I care about you. Call me crazy, but
I do.
