I saw you today.
Walking down the stairs, talking to my friend, and I saw you.
How ironic that I was talking about you then.
I wonder if you saw me?
I talk about you too much, I know, but it's damn near impossible not to.
I adore you more than words can describe.
I wish I didn't come off as so... obsessive, because I swear I'm not obsessed, it's just that I've never, well, loved someone as I do you, and I'm not sure how to deal with it.
And that's why I keep nearly everything locked up. Nearly everything real, because I'm terrified of you finding me obsessive, or you finding out I'm talking about you.
It's scary.
Sometimes, I let something real slip into the conversations I have with my friends. I open up just slightly, and they don't care, they have more important things to worry about, they think I'm being selfish always talking, I think I'm being selfish at this point.
When someone breaks down, it affects me more than I could explain. And once I feel sad, I feel like I'm being selfish.
When I hug people who don't wanna be hugged even though I desperately need a hug.
When I say something about my day and they change the topic so fast.
When I talk about you, think about you even.
I'm
Being
Selfish.
Aren't I?
.
.
Hopeless.