I guess this is the point where I can't deny my feelings anymore. Yes, I was too afraid to admit that I maybe facing two things: 1. That I am so captivated by her beauty that I can no longer recognize anybody else or 2. That I am just irrevocably and pathetically in love with her.
I didn't decide whether it's 1 or 2, but I guess which ever of the two, they are still both tragic for me anyway.
Every detail of her face carved a mark on my soul I can never erase. And I hate her for that, but at the same time it feels like it makes me love her more.
Every night when I go to bed I dream of her - and every morning when I wake up I still crave for her - and every time I close my eyes - I need her.
Every inch of her and every detail.
Her electric green eyes that reminded me of emeralds
Her long black hair that formed waves just around her body
Her tiny freckles that matched the stars in the evening sky
Her cheeks that turn to apple-red whenever she's too shy
Her red full lips that I've dreamt to kiss every minute of everyday
And lastly
I've been craving for her arms that never longed to hold me.
I guess this sums up my heart aching love for a girl named Charlotte,
or as other people call it
paranoia
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