Nervous Ellipsis

Starstruck by a non-celebrity, but she’s a star in her own right. And we’re like the most famous non-existent celebrity couple EVER!

I hope she wants to know me as deeply as I want to know her…

Maybe that’s why she continues to read. Well, I hope she’s reading my thoughts. I’m always reading hers, and I feel her oftenly reading mine when she’s stalking the cornea of my eyes. She has access to my soul, and I’m willing to give her the passwords to everything I possess…

Apparently I suck at flirting, as if I wasn’t already aware. But I don’t flirt with everyone, hence to why I still act like a nervous virgin around you, despite the fact you’ve already stripped me from my virginity. And it was always meant/kept for someone like you…

I have so much more to say but I think it’s probably best to say it when I see you, or whenever we get the chance to be alone…

In other news, I hate my room. And the space confined in it.

Btw… let’s kiss.

~CH~

“Let’s not pretend like I don’t love you (no one replaces you!)
I let you in because I love you (no one replaces you!)
I can smile again, because I love you…
We got eachother, we got eachother… Baby, baby!” - Convincedindecision