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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Unhealthy Infatuation
I'm so obsessed with you. Every time I'm around you I will want to trace the shape of your cheeks, the shape of your hard stomach or strong arms.

Every time when I see you, I imagine a lonely place where we kiss, but I know it's insane because we're just brothers and sisters, and you like another girl, and you'll never like me. I know it's just this physical attraction between us that's keeping me crazy, that's making me feel this illogical way.

Everytime when I step into your apartment, I smell your scent, and I don't want to leave. You scent is the number one thing that draws me to you.

When I see you wet and sweaty from basketball, I just want to lean over to you. When you play the guitar I swoon a little. When I see you shirtless I find myself unable to function and I'd leave the situation before I burst.

No, I am not a sex maniac fantasizing about him. I just.. think about him in this obsessive way. But we're good friends, and I love Carson and would never hurt him. And NOTHING will ever happen between him and I.

It's just that I have to fight my urge every single day to lay my head on his shoulder, and close my eyes.

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