Everywhere I go, when you're around, everything around me is in stop motion, the sounds, muted, the people, less animated. All I notice is the frantic beating of my heart, and my held breath. People can't get enough of you, when they see me with you, when I even mention the thought of you. They do not understand. You couldn't understand. I want to be with you and I don't really mind the jokes, the teasing, the sighs and whispers of others. All I want is you, if only I can have you.
Or maybe, if only you could have me.
Or maybe, if only you could have me.
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