I want to write about you but I don't know where to start. I want to tell people about you but I don't know what to say. I want to scream about my love for you from rooftops but I can't muster up the courage. That's the thing about being infatuated with love, it strips you of all condifence and courage and fills the gaps with vulnerability and desperation.

We've barely spent any time together but I could tell you about the times we have and I can recite what it was you promised me that night I realised how far I had fallen.

Nothing more than your existence fuels my happiness, you are my drug and I am an addict.

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