When in reality, I just don't want to be irritating and keep talking about you.
When in reality, every human I see I think of you.
When in reality, evertime something of yours pops up on my newsfeed my heart dies a little bit inside.
When in reality, everytime I catch a glimpse of you at work, my heart melts.
When in reality, every second of every day I still think about you.
When in reality, I still really like you.
And I want you to know, and I want you to acknowledge me.
And I want you to like me back so badlyy.
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