I don't know what love is. I wanted you to teach me.
Am I in love with you or the thought of you.
Is love this illusion of a chemical reaction in our brains or is it a fighting belief or a relief of pain.
I wanted you to love me.
I wanted you to give me a chance.
I wanted to get close, but I was scared.
Will I be good enough? Will I get friend zoned?
I'm scared of rejection. I'm scared if I confess then you'll leave my side. I'm afraid to speak up because if I do will we be the same, will you feel the same. If I confessed would you leave, would you be disgusted or scared of the way I become obsessive. It's not that I'm crazy. I just know what I want. You are what I want.
Thanks for listening to my late night rant y'all.
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Short StoryJust you're average angst writer Warning!! There will be triggering material. I'm gonna be writing for all different genres please comment what genres you like best!!
