It's as if I'm about to burst. Those stupid, unnecessary feelings have been compressed into a bottle for far too long. Yet I can't confess; I can't say the truth. Everything we've once had would vanish into a mere memory. I might as well collapse into tears spontaneously in class one day. I've been trying to deceive myself all along. It's not mutual; it's not real. But why am I believing otherwise? If I lose you, my wonderful, warm sunshine-who else can make me smile? Considering my options, I'll still hide what's kept under lock and key. But as of right now, I'm afraid you have my heart in one hand and my brain in the other. You thief. I hate to love you, I love to hate you, but in the end I'll always love you.
[sorry for the deep thoughts Lilygators, I'm just being weird.]