"I think I am the only person who fell in love with you for the reason I did. Because you kissed me passionately and never spoke to me again. Because you give me shivers and don't know me at all. I didn't know what I was feeling. I still don't know why I'm feeling it. It scares me, kind of. But I love the adrenaline. I love you. What a peculiar phrase, in this sense. I love you.
"I continue to watch you from afar, my heart beating fast every time you breathe the same air I do. In. Out. In. Out. I smile to myself, wishing my lips were as distinct as yours so you could realize how much, maybe, how much you want me. That maybe you want me as much as I want you to want me. So bad, oh so bad.
"Another day I eyed you as you walked out of the bathroom, wearing a long sleeve that covered your beautiful hands. Why did you cover your beautiful hands? I know why now. But, it's too late for that.
"I walked up to you with all the confidence I could muster and pushed you up against the lockers with force. Our faces were so close. So close. You leaned in. The bell rang. Doors whooshed open, the smell of frustrated students in the air. I pushed away and slipped into the crowd, my heart beating, pushing itself toward the air outside my body, begging for release. This was our dangerous relationship. Dangerous with you."
