• archanadhivar 13w

    The first conversation
    had no meaning for me,
    but it gradually began to
    change my perspective on you.
    When you ask me anything
    I fumble alot.
    24/7 I don't think about you,
    but I do.
    You have no idea how much
    I know about you than
    your best friend.
    Perhaps a stalker knows more
    about you than your surrounding.
    Everything I notice about you,
    that no one else did.
    I despise you for being
    so adorable.
    I try not to think about you,
    but this universe shit happens
    all the time.
    Everything ends up being
    related to you, which makes me
    blush even more.
    Blushy red cheeks say it all.