Letters From Anonymous

Hey you,
I don't know how to say this, but I think I'm in love with you. I seem to get these intense butterflies just thinking about you. Your presence twists, bends, and stretches my heart and other organs in a manner that is undescribable. At first such powerful jerks of nerves and muscles were painful. But now they've become somewhat of a sick pleasure. I get worried when I try to say I don't care about you anymore and I don't feel any doubt. But when I see you, how rare it might be now, the strength of the emotion you provoke in me is proof enough I'm far from over you. I bet I sound like a creep.
Sincerely,
Anonymous

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