I'm always tired because of you. Because of the sleepless nights I've spent thinking about you. Imagining you in every single way possible. Craving your warm arms wrapped around my body. My friends ask me why I sleep in class, why I'm always yawning. They don't know you. They don't understand how whenever I close my eyes all I see are your fucking eyes, smiling at me. My family asks what has made me so happy, lifted me up from the deep hole I was stuck in before. They don't know you. They don't understand how just seeing the familiar notification makes my heart hammer at the speed of light. I've never been in love, I've never felt this way about someone before. And I want to scream it at the top of my lungs, but you're my secret. We're not together, we have no label. But you still tell me you love me. And I still blush every time you say my name. You'll never read this. Maybe that's for the best. Just know that I am incredibly, insanely, in love with you. And I'm always tired, but never, ever, of you.
