I’ve had butterflies for the past ten minutes
while looking through your facebook photos. Isn’t it unbelievable that little pixels on a screen can make me smile so big? I love this but I hate this too. When we’re talking I feel the best but when we’re not I feel anxious and uneasy. I love what you do to me but can I really take you being so far away? I need substance, I can’t live off of sweet little texts forever! I don’t know how much longer I can take this. And sometimes when I think about it, you’re really not my type, but other times YOU’RE BASICALLY THE MOST ADORABLE DAMN THING I’VE EVER MET. Fuck. I think I just want some one to share my dork love with. No. What am I saying? You’re amazing. The little things you say and do. You’re a loser… but you’re not. Idk but I fucking LOVE it. But I kind of have the feeling you’re a tool… SO THEN WHY AM I SO HOOKED ON YOU? Do you realize that you have this effect on me? Yes, because I tell you that you do like the dumbass that I am. Why do I put myself so far out there for you? I’m probably just fucking myself over by letting you know that you got me. But it’s true. So maybe you do secretly suck a lot under this sweet, naive, adorable exterior of yours, and if you do I’ll just forget you because aren’t you in college? It’s a little too late for pokemon sweatshirts… Why am I being mean? I could never be mean to you, you’re like a puppy. That’s all this is. Puppy love. No big deal. Right? Cool… So why am I still stressing?
