This is really starting to piss me off, actually. I mean it's not your fault, you're not even doing anything, but that makes it so much worse, you know? You're just here fucking existing and what, I'm some lovesick teenager? It's stupid, and I can't even just get high about it because all I do is think about you then, too. I didn't realize my stomach flips every time you walk into the room. That's not even new, how stupid is that? How the hell did I not know sooner, I could have figured out how to put this to bed years ago.
I'm sorry I let it get this far. I'm not going to tell you, it'll just mess everything up, and you'll probably feel guilty like you led me on or something, but you didn't. I've always known what this is, and it's good. I'm happy. I don't need more. I can't tell you though, or you'll never believe me when I say this could be enough.
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