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the following set of stories are written a year after the first one published, these are all about the same person, who meant more to me than even I thought.
I fell in love with the idea of you. I took the tiniest piece of you I could grasp, and I ran with it. My mind created an unbreakable bond between reality and imagination, little interactions fueling countless daydreams and fantasies.
I had never liked someone like I liked you. This is new to me, everything I've felt has filled me to the brim with anxiety and excitement, yet it has been an enjoyable distraction from the utter boringness of real life. You've changed me, more than you'll ever know; Each time you've un-awaringly crushed my heart, I broke, adjusted, and kept hope.
We are very similar, yet I can't seem to understand you. I've spent plenty of time evaluating your actions, your responses, your comments, your physical gestures, and I can't seem to come up with an answer as to how you feel about me.
I tell myself often that I shouldn't be thinking this deeply about you, just knowing that you wouldn't be about me, but I need closure in my mind.
So this is it. This what I wanted from you.
I want that smile that lights up your beautifully imperfect face, a crooked smile that fits you well. I wanted to be the reason behind that smile.
I want to feel the roughness of your hand against mine, holding tight and never letting go, tying our emotions to each other.
I want the butterflies in my stomach when you talk to me. I want to get to know you. I want to know how you feel about politics, the world, dying, religion, school, your favorite movie, favorite food, what you want to do, who you want to be, I want the little things.
I want to feel your head in my lap as I run my hands through your messy hair while you tell me about your day. I want to hug you again, I want to feel your arms around me.
I wanted to feel your lips against mine. I wanted the ups and downs that came with relationships of two developing people. I wanted to be there for you.
I want you.
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Crushing Love.
Romance- Time slowed when I looked at him. His hair was a black mess of curls on his head. His eyebrows were dark and arched, his lips full. His jawline could cut. The instant I saw him, my heart bounced outside my chest. It's an understatement to say my i...
