FFS

What have you done to me?

I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way again.

I crave your touch, your scent and all that lies between.

I know you.

You know me.

I know that.

Fuck this.

I need you. You’re everything that I’ve been craving.

You’ll call me crazy, stupid even.

But I know what I know.

I know you do know too.

I hate feeling this way.

But I might like it with you.

Vulnerability echoes through my veins.

Your scent permeates my nose.

I find myself daydreaming.

Goddammit,

What have you done to me?