I know I’m in trouble. I have blurred the lines with a friend. I want more. I want her. I want to misbehave. I want to tell her how I feel. Every day I am left with a desire of wanting more. I ache when I don’t see her. I smile when I get text messages from her. I want to run off with her. Just for one night, give in to everything I feel. I showed her a poem that I had written about her. I think she knows how I feel, and I get the gut feeling that she feels something for me.
