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The
way I catch him looking at me out of the corner of my eye.
The way he holds me at night.
The way he makes me feel, and he knows, HE KNOWS he makes me feel
this way. He probably knows
I'm in love with him. I'm a
pretty transparent person, I admit it.
And if he knows, and he's still here, then it shouldn't be that
big of a deal to tell him. If
he already knows. Or if he
thinks he knows. If the
thought wandered across his mind. Once
or twice.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH
stop it! Stop it, stop it,
stop it, STOP IT! Okay, I'm
going crazy. I'm really
losing it. I think too
much. You're obsessed,
you're submerged, you ache, you're in love.
I can't take it anymore. I'm
telling him tomorrow. This
sucks.
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