Let me tell you about the crazy shit I did.
I stayed up until 3 AM waiting on him.
Couldn't wait to hear his voice.
Couldn't wait to read his text.
And even though I received neither, his image was embedded in my head.
You could say I was in love, or lust - whatever you may call it.
Whatever it was, I just couldn't get enough of it.
Everything seemed so good from the start.
Our conversations were perfect!
I thought that everything was working, but I guess that's what I get for assuming.
I knew from the start that I was in above my head.
Instead of moving on, I found the courage to talk to him instead.
His smile lit up my world to the point of obsession.
Every thought was about him, and nothing else even mattered.
I was crazy. Crazy for him.
I was in love. In love with him.
And when I didn't hear from him, it felt like I was underwater, struggling to swim.
I still think of him, even more than he might suppose.
I still keep hope that something will fester, even though I really know the b