I like you. I really like you. I probably love you. Sometimes I'm scared of reading your messages and even making eye contact with you. I'm scared I'll mess everything up. It hurts how we just class ourselves as friends. It hurts with just how much I want to make you mine. It hurts knowing the fact I stand no chance with someone like you. It hurts how we talk about random things that come up but yet I want to be able to call you babe and baby throughout our conversations. It hurts how I can't even hold you throughout the night to wake up with you beside me. It hurts that I don't even want you to be mine, I need you to be. It hurts that I feel like you're my everything yet I'm just a friend to you.
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