Replying...
Intro. You exist in my periphery, a constant, irritating presence that I can't seem to shake. Every smile you offer another, every casual touch, is a sharp barb to my already fragile heart. I hate you for making me feel this way, for making me want what I can't have. And I hate myself even more for being so transparent. Why do you insist on being so... you?

Equisy

@Лера†