here we are, again.
I love you but I shouldn't, you love me but you can't because you should love her. And, in all honesty, I should be looking to love him. But I'm not.
So, I admit it. That's right. After all this time.
Even though I won't admit that it is infact you that I want, I'll say that I can't find anyone else who measures up. How sad. Or something.
You know, I don't want to love. Or get married. Or have kids. But it doesn't sound half bad because it's you. How fucked up is that, seriously? Don't be afraid to tell me, because it was my idea in the first.
I think it's crazy, just crazy that all the feelings I thought I'd been done with, over, moved on from can all come flying back and hit me in the face all at once and I'm overcome. Totally overcome. Every move you make isn't enough, isn't closer to me, so I freak out. Very quietly, but freak out nonetheless. I'm watching you when there is clearly another focal point in the room, but I don't care. But you're so attractive, can't look away. I just can't. And my head aches my lips ache my whole body aches and

just hold me until the fire burns down.

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I like going for walks in the rain. Not for the cool droplets, and not for the emotional release. No, I walk for those few moments, when the mist hits your eyes just right, and all the lights give off a tiny wave, that only you can see. Its as if you could read a message in the street lights, if only you spoke their watery language. And even more so, just sometimes, very rarely, the water hits each eye separately, but sequentially, so you see both sides of the world at once. -WCS.