I find myself waiting for her text after I've sent mine, I wait for her to view my story and say something. I wonder if she if I've ever even crossed her mind, like has she really even thought of me or and I just looking at this blind? She's so perfect but I don't think this is love...well not anymore at least. When she texts me back or texts me at all I do is smile and get all giddy inside, although my smile I have to hide. When I post stuff on my close friends I find myself anxious for her view and a text referring to what I've posted, and when I find myself having deep conversations with her on the topic I shared I feel boasted. She texts me to make sure I'm okay when I've posted about how upset I am or how my anxiety has stricken up, she makes sure to calm me down, telling me what to do and just in general reassuring me. I tend to find myself thinking about how you held my hand without care when I felt the anxiety creep up. You make me so happy I don't know it's just...yeah. You make me smile and I find myself thinking about you. I don't think I'm in love because it doesn't feel like it. It's funny how I feel this way towards you, well at least in my mind.
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The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.
