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Unintended, Impossible Infatuation.

There are some things in life that are hard to get over

Take, for example, biting your nails

or the irresistible urge to pick at scabs.

Another thing, is a type of person,

the type of person we all have in our lives,

at some time or point in our timelines.

They start out great, funny, kind

the perfect friend that lights up the world.

Time passes and you become closer

with this golden friend,

and you notice

that when you look at them, it's different.

Palms sweaty, heart clenching,

and you can't seem to stop

looking at them.

And it's the worst thing

because now everything

is ruined.

How can you stand it,

being around this person,

if all you can do is admire them?

You can't.

But you soldier on

because it is so hard

to just let that feeling go.

And day after day

you think you see them

falling for you too,

but you'll never be sure

and you can never get your hopes up.

But you just can't quit them.

No matter how hard you try,

they will not go away,

but really you don't want them to.

Years go by and they are still

settling into your brain,

burrowing deeper and deeper.

Until you love them,

Until they love you

or they leave you.

How do you break

a habit like that person?

How do you remove

the tumor that they are

from yourself?

How do you stop

wanting to be with that person

always?

Is it even possible,

to manage their disease

if the cure is so

impossibly close and far away?

So far...

I haven't found a way.

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Aug 30, 2013
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