I. Can't. Stop. Thinking.
About you.
I realize that this is trouble.
My Attraction only grows for this feeling of you always in my head.
I. Can't. Stop. Thinking.
Thinking. Gets me into trouble.
My brain amalgamates all my thoughts to include you.
Our relationship is anachronistic, yet that only makes me want you more.
Our at chance meeting is an anomaly,
Like a conundrum it drives me mad.
You give me praise, I give you approval.
A round of applause for the two.
You. Are. So. Affable.
Despite the initial hesitation,
Your assiduous efforts are working.
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