Don’t ask me why I feel this way. I wish i knew. I know in my head I am being irrational, really. I can feel the irrationality going through ever fiber in my being. Yet, I can’t stop thinking, stop wondering, stop wishing. Wishing i was somewhere else. Wishing i was something different. Wishing i was healthy. Wishing that i didn’t feel this overwhelming sense to be near you. Breathe the same air as you. I hate how cheesy this all sounds. I hate being romantic. But, I feel like if i don’t see you when i have the chance, i will explode. Or if i don’t take that chance.. i will explode. I hate this feeling. I wish i could make it go away. At the same time i don’t want it to. At the same time i’m curious. At the same time I wish you knew how it felt.
I will keep suffering, and pretending I’m ok, until you realize how this is. I’m too afraid to tell you. I’m too afraid to ask.
