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I refuse to admit it, even though I already know what this is. Because if I admit it out loud, I feel like it will be completely true. Each night I toss and turn, my mind filled up to the brim with images of you. Your smile drives me wild, that wicked smile that tells me so much more than you could say. Your eyes see straight through me like no one else has ever done... You get me. I get you. We are mirror images of each other.
I am constantly tormented by you and I fear I will eventually reach my breaking point.
The worse part is the insercurity of not knowing whether or not you feel the same way. Things are just so complicated that I don't know if I should ask or how I would ask.
I swore to myself that I wouldn't let myself get this involved. I swore to myself that you were just another guy-- no different than the others.
And even though you torment me, I find safety with you. It's a damn contradiction, but with two very complicated people it was bound to be this way.
I do things specificly with you in mind and I don't realize it until I've already done it. It is almost as if I do it subconsiously.