I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.
One day she will start sending you mixed signals and you will get mad cause she finally learned how to play your game.