Do you know that I’m obsessed with you?
I repeat, I’m NOT obsessed with you. I do not check my messenger or my whatsapp 6 times in 3 minutes. Neither do I check your ‘last seen’.
I don’t like you. I really don’t. You’re rude and sarcastic. You make me throw my head back and laugh. I just want to listen to you talk. And I want you to shut up and listen to me for once.
I hate you with every fibre of my being for making me hate myself. And I crave everything you’re because you bring out the best in me and make me want to be a better version of myself. You care and so do I, and it’s so disarmingly surprising how you show that you don’t give a fuck.