Hey you,

Why do you have this unexplainable hold over me? This isn't like me. I yearn for your touch, yet hate every move you make.

Someone once commented that they had never seen any other boy turn me to jello like this. I can do nothing but sit back and watch my jiggle-y-ness. It is as though we're alone in a crowded room, and when I finally realize someone else is thinking the same way, I shake. I shake madly. I see my similar traits to this cold side dish.

I built up this wall so I would not have to think of you that way. Then you come along once again, breaking it to pieces. All I feel is happiness, but I know I'm going to have to start rebuilding tomorrow. From scratch.

Your powers make me unbearably sick.

Call me crazy,

Elizabeth.

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