I knew this would happen because I am an idiot who cannot control her emotions and can be easily coerced into doing things for people she admires.
But still, it’s not like me to do these things.
And when I do them, I feel special. I feel on top of the world – no, the universe. I feel lucky. You feel lucky, too, but not in the same way.
You’ll continue to play games with my heart, whether you know it or not, and I’ll continue to let you. Why?
Because I am weak for you. I’d do absolutely anything for you to crave me the same way I crave you.