Constantly denying that i like you, yet intentionally ignoring your existence & all your moves, frightened that i might in the very distant future hurt you.
I don’t know which i’ll regret more if i kept ignoring the sparks i get when you’re around, or if i accepted the fact and surrendered to your genuine moves, because no one ever got me like you did, and it’s driving me crazy how you know all the keys, know the perfect timing and the perfect words to touch my heart, and make my soul happy.