Destroy Me

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.
And I’ve fallen.
So hard.
I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it.

I close my eyes, dragging a hand down my face; my fingers linger against my lips. I could feel her. I could really feel her. Even thinking about it now makes my heart race. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I keep having such intense dreams about her.

I want nothing between us.

Because I want her.

Now.

Here.

Everywhere.

She’s mine and she’s perfect and she wants me, and I’m not going to fight it.

Love is a heartless bastard.

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.

And I’ve fallen.

So hard.

I’ve become obsessed. I carry her notebook with me everywhere I go, spending all my free moments trying to decipher the words she’s scribbled in the margins, developing stories to go along with the numbers she’s written down.

And now, all I’m asking for is another chance. An opportunity to see her again.

can’t stop reading her notebook.

My heart actually hurts, somehow, but I can’t stop turning the pages.