Confession #2

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I bet you're all probably wondering just how did I come to love this girl? I'm sure she is too.

But seriously, it wasn't intended. Like why the fuck would I wanna have feelings for a close friend? The answer is, who would?

Like it wasn't planned. I just started peeping I was catching feelings. Cause sometimes I would think about her for to long. Or I would stare at her for to long. Or every conversation I would have with other people, would be about how she drives me crazy.

It was a long agonizing process. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. You guys are probably wondering 'wow what's so special about her?' And she's probably thinking the same thing.

She's a one of a kind. She's immediately what I think of when I go to a dark place. I start trying to talk to people to distract myself from the lingering thoughts of her in my head.

But it never works. She's literally all I see and she doesn't see that. I don't tell her these things cause I don't wanna make her uncomfortable. Or for her to think I'm weird. Which I am...but ya know.

To her...all these things may come as a surprise. But I've been dealing with these thoughts for awhile. Like what did she think? I would confess and after that I'm done?

Like no I want her. I want us. And no, I've never said these thoughts to her out loud. I would have humongous ass balls if I did that.

She doesn't know most of my songs or 'notes' are about her. Like I can't look at her and do them knowing she doesn't know. I would be more comfortable around her if I knew how she felt about me.

How she would feel if I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Or kissed her on her cheek as I leave. Or massage her head out of the blue. Like I feel uncomfortable not knowing my boundaries. Cause if it was up to me, I would be doing everything for her and in between.

Her ex nigga don't know what he lost when he was stupid enough not to be satisfied with what they had. I frown upon his actions, I thought they were stupid. But at the time who was I to say anything.

I'm just me.

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