I can hear myself getting more and more annoying
Because the only thing I speak about
Is him.
I can see the people I talk to getting tired of hearing about him.
See the exhaustion on their faces as I go on and on about this man I claim to be so in love with.
And I can't stop myself.
Not for one second.
Because if I stop myself
Maybe the spell will break.
Maybe I only love him theoretically.
Maybe my love for him is contingent on being able to talk about him.
Maybe if I stop talking about him every second of the day
I will cease to love him
And then I will have nothing.
Nothing to talk about.
No one to be with.
And that's so absurd.
Because I love him.
I love him with all my being...
But here I am.
Still talking about him
Because I'm too scared to find out if I'm right.