Don’t tell me you love me. Tell me my whole existence is like poison to your mind. The type of poison that can spread like a wildfire and envelope you until it’s too much for you to handle yet you love it. I’m that girl that pops in your head when you’re walking in the mall and notice a picture of a little boy holding juicebox and it sticks out to you only because you remembered how I told you I liked them better than drinking from a bottle because it makes me feel like a kid again. I’m the girl who you constantly fight with but can’t stay mad at because you’d rather be fighting with me instead of being happy with someone else. I’d be the most psychotic girl you’ve ever been with and you’d wonder why the hell are you with me and somehow fall deeper for me because of that. And I’d do the very things that irritate you but instead of simply tolerating them you’d grow to adore them. Tell me that I’m average and that I’m like every other girl but there is something about me that drives you nuts and makes you see me on a level no other girl can compare to. Tell me you hate me but you can’t imagine ever leaving me. And that I’m the girl who made you realize what every person in a relationship was talking about. Yeah, tell me that.

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I sometimes choose to stay somewhat distanced from special people in my life so that I can continue to appreciate them from afar, or whenever I catch up with them. At times, it’s better to not get close to certain people who you can see yourself potentially being best/good friends with, because by doing so, you stay on your toes and are able to keep appreciating their character and company. I feel like when you become too good of friends or get too comfortable with someone, you forget why you became friends with or liked them in the first place because you don’t recognize their positives attributes as much anymore.

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