It’s been about a decade. Yep, just about. I have had a crush on you for a full decade. That’s kinda weird. I don’t know what it is. When I am around you, I fall to fucking pieces. Oh sure, on the outside everything may be fine and dandy, but on the inside, I’m completely cookoo. I am the same person today who, when in college, would scowl at other classmates that came close to sitting in the empty chair next to me, so that you might have a chance to sit there. I am the person who would wear a skirt purposefully when I knew you would be able look up it. And yes, I am also the same person who royally screwed up after that one time we did get together. Holy Jesus I hate myself for that, because when I walked into that party that night and saw you there, I was going to have you, no ifs, ands or buts about it. And I did, and I would do it again. So, if you see me, for say coffee sometime, and I’m a bit of a nutcase is because I totally want to fuck you and I really don’t know how to tell you that.
It’s Been a Decade and You Still Drive Me Nuts
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