words have always been my strong suit. i’ve always been able to string them together into coherent little sentences and use them at the right times in the right places. maybe that’s why it scares me so much, that it’s hard to find those words when i’m with you. you’ve left me completely and utterly speechless. i can barely talk when i’m around you, and it frustrates me so damn much but at the same time i would rather be frustrated my whole entire life if it meant i could be with you every single day. it’s frightening how much i think about you, and pretend that you’re mine. i’ve made up this idea in my head that you want me as much as i want you. sometimes i forget that you don’t care about me, and that the images i create of you lying in my bed at 2 am talking about the world aren’t real. i know it’s silly. i know i might be crazy for pretending that you even give a fuck about me. it hurts, to know that you’ll never look at me the way i look at you. it’s ok though, even though i want you so incredibly much, it’s ok. i wouldn’t fall in love with me, either.