And that feeling that seemed to be irrelevant before now stood before me. It's slapping me so hard that my eyes cannot bear to look at it. I know it shouldn't matter, but my heart insists otherwise. It feels like this annoying friend that you just want to disappear. But it can't. And it's mocking you. And you don't know what to do. Because there's this feeling sitting on your chest. And you don't know why it's there. You question everything including yourself. Why are you feeling it? Why is it there? Sh*t! I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm scared? Maybe it's because I love you so much that I'm afraid. I'm not sure. But those girls seem to know the answer. And your actions seem to scream it in my face. But I'm still not sure. I don't want to be sure. For once, I don't want to feel certain of what I'm feeling. For once, I hate that I love you this much.
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