When I look deep into his eyes I fall more and more in love with him. I don't know what it is but I need him. He's a drug, I'm addicted. I'm love sick.
NO OUTSIDERS CAST BELONG TO ME CREDIT TO S.E. HINTON!!!
I can't believe I tried to convince myself that I didn't miss him, and that I didn't need him. I keep coming back though, against my judgement, because in the back of my head I feel like I shouldn't be doing this, that it's bad for me. But I still. Keep. Coming. Back. It's like I'm addicted, to him.