• Thoughts and Desires

    by  • December 23, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Closure • 0 Comments

    Dear love,
    No, not love, obsession. Dear obsession,
    I am obsessed with you. It is unhealthy and, quite frankly, toxic. Every thought and desire I have deals with you in some way. For over a year now, I have dreamt of you and what it would be like to kiss you and hold you, and now I realize that it was not because I loved you; it was because I loved the idea of you. You are smart, handsome, hilarious, kind, and fun, but I did not know you. In class, I hear you speak to your friends and mine, and I hear you laughing. All I can think is I want to be the one laughing with you. We used to talk. We used to be friends. We almost dated. I wonder why we didn’t, but now I know. Contrary to my belief that fate was trying to get us together, our personalities just didn’t combine. Perhaps we are too similar. This feeling that we are birds of a feather needs to stop because it has consumed my time and mind. Goodbye to my obsession, I wish you the best.



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