What is it about him? No matter what my day brings about, I still find myself pausing, and thinking of nothing but him.
I find myself wanting to call him and tell him about things as soon as they happen. I find myself dialing his number thirty times a day. I find myself stopping myself from being this crazy person.
I find myself saying how much I hate him and miss him. What the ...?
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