You cramp my style

Los Angeles CA

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I think I’m actually falling in love with you and it’s cramping my style. I want to tell you so badly how I feel but it feels so deeply wrong, so against my moral code. You’re the alpha I dream of nearly every night. Beautiful dreams, they are. Sometimes I wish I could go back to sleep just to visit you for a minute longer. It’s starting to feel like I can’t stop thinking about you, not that I’d really ever want to, but you’re constantly in my thoughts. It’s been over a year now and what started out as a nearly immediate, yet innocent crush, has started to develop into something far deeper and much harder to ignore. You’re the one I want. The only one I want. And you’re probably the only one that I can’t have. It’s tragic, to me. You’re everything that’s right with this world. Smart, intuitive, creative, talented, caring, kind, considerate, affectionate, adventurous, active, ambitious, successful, beautiful inside and out, classic. You’re a classic. You deserve only the very best of everything, you have worked really hard for it. I so wish I could be there for you every night and take care of you in every way imaginable. You know my situation, not even I know why I tolerate half of it. It’s hard to even admit this to myself but when he left, you were the reason I let him come back. I missed you. Shameful on my part, but honest. You don’t seem like the type to read this kind of garbage on CL but I just have to put it out there, release this built up energy into the world. Who knows, really … I guess if you read this at the end of your night by some freakish chance and have any idea whatsoever who this may be, drop me a line. Tell me something that I recently told you. Tell me what to do. Tell me how you feel. The only thing in this world that can’t lie is our eyes. You must see right through me with your dreamy baby blues. I could get lost in them for an eternity. ❤️