I.
I have an addiction...you.
I want to be with you.
I love kissing you.
I love talking to you.
I love being around you.
I make up excuses to have anything to do with you.
I don’t always get to see you.
I do love that not seeing you makes you miss me more.
I wish you would choose me like my heart has chosen you.
I’m scared of hurting...again.
I have walls built up because of you.
I always have a smile when you’re talking to me.
I hate that you make me happier than anyone else can.
I love that you make me happier than anyone else can.
I feel bipolar when it comes to you.
I get so mad when you choose other people when I’m around.
I get so happy when I’m then chosen.
I want to hug you...right now...always.
I wake up with a smile when you’re sleeping next to me.
I get the best sleep next to you.
I think you’re scared, more scared than me.
I am strong.
I won’t give up on you.
I will always be here for you.
I.
I.
I love you.