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Sometimes I feel like I will implode because I can't say all the things I wish I could to her because we ain't in a relationship.
I steal glances at her and damn is she pretty. She is so pretty that it feels like a figment of my imagination
I at every chance I get, admire her and wish I could say the things I think but I wouldn't say anything not because I'm scared to get turned down but because I'm scared I might love her too much.
I can't set myself up for heartbreak. 
It is not like I'm scared to love, I'm just scared because I know I'm too much head, and most of the time, too little heart. I might mess it up and I'm most scared If I would be the one to mess it up because she don't deserve it. She's deserving of my whole heart and an extra.

I don't know whether she knows what she is doing to me and I can't know whether I have same effect on her. I could take the leap but I'm not very good a jumper. Resting my case, I guess I wouldn't take the leap but she's so... I'm reconsidering.
There are silences that are louder than words, looking at her makes one of those moments
Sometimes I feel like she went to Yale because her mind makes my fibres active
She is astonishingly beautiful, I want to die. 
Compliments are not good enough to paint a picturesque picture of what she is to her so I reserve them, using a whole lot of energy to keep them in. 
Even if it is just a minute with her, I feel like making it longer
Walking with her is so interesting I could walk 8 miles longer

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