Tuesday, February 16, 2010

scrapbooking

The more peripheral scraps I get of you, the more perfect you seem. Putting the corners of torn images together, I'm kind of falling in love with you. This air of mystery is just the right dose to enhance the sort of self-effacing charm you hold. That, coupled with your quiet confidence, is enough to start a cacophony of thoughts inside me. I think I can safely say that I've never been so infatuated with anyone like I am with you in the last half decade.

I wonder what it's like to be the object of such secret obsession.

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