I sound like a broken-hearted teenager.
No, I'm not. Not yet. Hopefully, not again.
Paranoia, I must say.
Maybe there's something to hold onto. Maybe he's madly and passionately in love with me, too. Maybe he's as crazy about me as I am to him. Maybe he's also mooning over me and missing me every hour of each day. Maybe he's as annoyed as me because of the distance that separates us.
Maybe, just maybe. Again.
This is why I hate love. And I love you.
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Or maybe, I just need somebody to listen to my outrageous ideas.
Today I need a confidante, not a lover not even a close friend.
Is that normal?
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