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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.