I don’t know what you did to me, but somehow you’ve become the thought I can’t turn off. I see you in everything, think about you when I shouldn’t, and somehow even the smallest things about you can ruin my ability to act normal. It’s stupid, honestly, how badly I want you, how much space you take up in my head without even trying. I wish I could put it into words, but every word still feels too small for what I feel for you.