I can't get you out of my head. It's so frustrating because I can't tell what this feeling is. To be honest, the fact that I think about you isn't even the most frustrating part. To me, the most frustrating part is the fact that I know, with almost absolute certainty, that the feeling isn't mutual. You're probably thinking about everything except me. I am just a tiny blip in your universe and it kills me. I want you to be as obsessed with me as I am with you. Everytime we talk, I never want it to end, I want to hear your voice, see your smile, listen to every thought about every topic that youve ever found interesting in your life. I hate it, and I know it's selfish, but I want to be your best friend, the person you confide in. I want to know all the things that make you sad and happy. I want to be there to support you in everything that you do. I just. Want. You. In all its entirety, whatever that may entail. And...I can only hope you'll someday feel the same way.