thinking will be the death of me. i think of you and then i think of him and then i just think. i do like you. i like you. just typing those words mean something. the more i think about him, the more i think about you. i know that there is something there. we are more than just friends. know that, k? this is not desperate plead to understand, this is plea to not stop. do not stop. it pisses me off that you like me. actually, it pisses me off that you tell me and let me know and let me know the right things and that makes me want to be with you forever. but for right now, i just don't know. and the him is here and that's convenient. but please. understand. i do like you.

why are all posts sounding the same? i don't need to apologize anymore. it's just words. nothing more. actions speak louder than words. this is just the beginning, not the end. hold my hand? 
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