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I really want to be with you. I have wanted you for three years. I tried convincing myself that you were toxic. I wanted to hate you. But I just found myself loving you more. But I don’t just want to be with you; I want to understand you. Know you. Love you. I would sit in physics class and my desk would unfortunately be right across from yours. You would just sit there with your caramel complexion, complementing your hazel eyes and nappy curls. You seemed to be lost in your own world. A world I could never seem to enter because I was too lost in mine. And I always convince myself not to like you. Because I always convince myself you just don’t feel the same. But why would I think that? Is it because I don’t love myself? Is it because I can’t seem to find the beauty that I find in you in myself? Because I am so insecure about losing you since I already lost you once. Because I feel like I am not good enough for you. And it isn’t like the 9th grade crush I had on you where I was too nervous to utter a word to you. It is the type of feeling where you crave someone. Where you just don’t want to hold them in your arms and embrace their warmth. It is the type of feeling where you can’t do anything without them crawling into your mind. I tried to love someone else. But I could not help but think about you when I was in their arms. But now I have decided that it is time to let you go. It’s time for me to love me the way I love you.