My feelings for you are definitely my biggest downfall in life. I mean, I spend so much time thinking about you that my thoughts are mainly consumed by you. Spending so much time needing you, wanting you, is so exhausting; I cannot even explain. The small hope I hold that you feel the same way as me takes up so much effort and keeps me holding onto things that I know will most likely never happen.
All of my writing involves how much I need you and it's getting so boring. But, if I don't write this all down, then I feel as if my head will explode. But writing it down could be dangerous.
You are dangerous. The feelings I have towards you are dangerous. It's so risky. But it's a risk I am more than willing to take.
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When I saw her today I realised again that, damn, my feelings definitely haven't changed for her, even in the slightest. The way we were talking and the smiles and the smirks and the giggles and the laughs, it just made everything seem so real again.
Damn, damn, damn, I hope to hell that you were flirting with me or something.
YOU ARE READING
For Her
RomanceShort passages and letters for her 'But this dedication is for others to read: These private words addressed to you in public.'-T.S. Eliot
