I don’t know how or why I’m truly madly deeply in love with the concept of me with you when all you do is push me away because everything I do around you is visceral as a result of my irrational fear that whatever I do is of the extremes, that I will always come across to you as too clingy or too uncaring, an accidental nudge I oh-so awkwardly commit just because you talked to me is touchy, and an unanswered beckon from you equates to me ignoring your entire existence when you never ever noticed that I was always paying attention to every little thing we seemingly do together, somewhat irrelevant things that we do mutually, no matter how much they don’t matter to you, I consider priceless.
Tagged as: run-ons. him.
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