I realize.
We always want something we can't have. & yet, we put relentless effort in pursuing it. With you... you're like the exception to every rule in my book. It's not like your anything special cause you're not - I barely know you. Supposedly, you are you my type. You drink, smoke, "dance," party & just want to live life to the fullest but that's not enough. Is there even chemistry there? You...never get serious about girls I heard so why am I still tripping out about you right now? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I even saved a text that my friend said about you. I guess I like the chase since I can't have you. & you know what? I don't think there's even a possibility between us. I should stop but it's easier said then done.

