My eyes narrow down on her as she laughs with her friends.

The amount of hate I feel towards her can’t possibly be healthy.

Or maybe I don’t necessarily hate her. I hate what she does to me.

With just one glare of hers, my whole body tenses up.

I start having the weirdest reactions. Hands shaking. Heart beating out of my chest. I start to feel hot all over.

It’s scary and unwelcomed especially because I know that she can’t stand me.

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That bubbly, brighter-than-the-sun personality dies down everytime she sees me.

It shouldn’t matter to me.

But I’m unable to ignore it. I can’t stop thinking of her. I can’t stop looking for her wherever I go.

I want her to look at me once and know she is as infatuated with me as I’m with her.

Infatuation doesn’t even manage to describe my emotions towards her.

I’m obsessed. I need her.