It’s you.

Nobody else stands a chance.

And I know your heart is elsewhere.

That’s fine.

Or so I’m tell myself to get through.

And I do admit, I like others.

But I want you.

Haven’t believed there’s interest. Still don’t.

But that’s not enough for my heart to give up.

Why is life like this?

I’m a fool for getting to this point.

I’m crazy.

Crazy for even thinking it.

Crazy for dreaming.

For praying.

For hoping.

Crazy I tell you.

Crazy for you though.

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