I'm in love with you. I try not to be but I am. You're the first person I think of in the morning and the last person I think of at night. When I'm lonely, I wish for you. When I'm happy, I want to laugh/play with you. When I'm hurt/scared/angry - I want to be comforted by you. When I'm excited - you're the person I want to tell.

I don't know how long I've been this way but I'm already yours

Everytime my phone rings with an unknown number, I hope it's you on the other end.

nope, just marketers...

You're hypnotizing. merely by existing, you redefine my ideas of beauty. you are not just physical perfection, you are seduction; you are the primordial, essential, eternal avatar of female sensuality.

Off tomorrow. Toying with the idea of popping in just to see you.

You are all I think and feel now. I am a moth to your flame.

Yea this is way beyond crush at this point.

Sorry. I am deeply in love with you now. You have my heart and soul and don’t even know it.

I wish I could read your mind….and heart. Of course the obvious solution would be to communicate directly… but that is where the problems start. You see I have this apparent birth defect- I was born with no guts.

Last night, I wrote everything out. Every detail, every perceived sign, every feeling.

I don’t love you. I have limerence. I am not obsessed with you, I am having obsessive thoughts. It is 100% an addiction and addictions can be broken. I’ve reduced you to fragments of a person and come up with this big idea that you are everything I need.

And that’s a lie.

I have everything I need. You are a distraction and while you’re certainly not my only distraction, you are my favorite. But you’re also the most time consuming and soul leeching of them all.

I don’t think I’m going to instantly stop thinking of you but I do know that I am going to be proactive in minimizing these thoughts. I’m no longer going to allow myself to succumb to them. I’m going to put more effort into myself and the relationships around me. Healthy relationships based on reality and the unconditional love of those who have seen me at my best, worst, and everything in between.

I wish I could come home to you every day.

I'll never forget the first time I saw you. How you totally caught me off guard. Little did I know how much of an effect you were going to have on me. No, I won't call it love. I definitely won't call it love at first sight, but it definitely had a significant impact on me. And it had nothing to do with the things you did, it was about you yourself. You stood out amongst everyone else.

It's amazing to me how clear that memory is.

I feel like I can feel you. Across all of this space and time. But there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s excruciating.

I look out into an endless city of strangers. I hear nothing but echoing white noise and I feel numb. Everyday is just as empty as the last. Begone the stars, as they fade from the light pollution. Becoming insignificant. Are they still there? Does it even matter when we can’t see them anymore?

I look up into the desolate sky and I internally scream out your name. The only time I really allow myself to stop. Of course, the Moon never answers. I feel the autumn dusk and sometimes I wonder if the breeze reaches you. I wonder if you hear me over the white noise. I wonder if you feel cold. I wonder if you close your eyes the way I do when in a sea of strangers. Are you still there? Does it even matter when I can’t see you anymore?

Is this an interstellar connection, or am I dreaming?

Scream out my name.