I can’t seem to shake off the feeling of your touch. Even if I was just a casual drunk hookup for you, I would feel some sort of connection to you. Being into each other every time we meet just makes my feelings grow even more. Every time you compliment me I feel so special only for it to be ruined in seconds. Because I know you’re chatting up other girls in the exact same way. It makes two completely different feelings cross each other. Which is love and hatred. I feel so stupid for having a thing for you because I know I’m nothing special to you. I wanna be something special for you. Finally accepting the feelings I have for you might’ve been the dumbest thing I could do, because its a bit more hurtful now. I just want you to like me the way I like you. The way you say things to me makes me have butterflies and all I wanna do is look at your pretty face for hours while playing with your hair. I know this makes me sound like a pre-teen writing their first love letter but I cant seem to explain this to anyone, including me. I feel like writing this can sort my feelings out.