I swear I just heard you say, "Hello," from five miles away. I'm laying on my floor, eyes shut, thinking about everything I want to say to you. I feel like an asshole for feeling the things I do. I'm having trouble in justifying creating problems or uneasiness between us just so I can maybe relax.
The worst part is that no words I can use can possibly describe the way I feel about you. I think you may be my best friend - at least I want you to be. But I want to be even more. I'm not just saying this: You are the most beautiful person I've ever known.
I feel like if I can make you flash that incredible smile, I've done my job for the night. But, right now, things just don't feel right.
When we walk, it feels like we should be holding hands. When we talk, we should stare into each other's eyes. If feels instinctive to put my arm around you or hold you in my arms.
I have to stop myself so as to not ruin this wonderful thing we already have. But where's the justice at the end of the night, when the single hug we share feels so right? You're not torturing me... you're inspiring me to torture myself.
Goddamn, I love you.
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