And some days I think I love you a little bit too much. It consumes me whole and clouds my mind. All I can ever think about is you, you, you. I feel so sure that this is real that I don’t know how to live without you. I keep you close like a second skin, a virus inside my brains. You become my primary lifeline as if I don’t need to breathe. But I do, I live and breathe your being. I am entitled to the beauty that is your presence. Entitled to loving you, cause I’ve tried but I can’t stop.
The overthinking 