when you write that beautifully, and about things that seem to resound a little too loudly for my taste, how could i not. how could i not make metaphors about my heart being like paper crumpling and tearing and dog-eared. and how do i avoid not allowing myself to breathe as i try to diffuse your text in its entirety, much afraid that if i breathe out, i would lose a word or two to the air. i cannot afford that.
but it's terrible and fruitless, this thing i'm doing that's a carousel of wanting and needing and craving. and if the problem doesn't lie in the dizzy loop, it remains quite wedged between the intricacies of frivolousness. and i find it curious that i welcome this feeling to dwell, since it is default that i react to these things with quite a bit of vehemence.
so i guess for you, there's just no reluctance to be an utter sap. for you, there are things that i want to say that's mere gibberish gushing about how amazing you are. for you, i hopelessly agree at every dumb ideal you may have. for you, i keep smiles for. and just for you, i write posts like this, calling you "you". because i'm immensely smitten but not just brave enough to say your name. just in case it solidifies, and then gets blown away as soon as i say the next word.
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