Repulsion
Everybody seems to love you. Everybody seems to enjoy having you around.
But to me… You are repulsive. The moment I feel your presence, I do my utmost best to keep you on a certain distance. Something makes me want to avoid having to be in the same room with you.
I know you feel the same way. I know you too avoid me. You too try your best to stay as far away from me as possible.
Good. Very good. You just stay there and I’ll just stay here. Let’s keep it that way, ok? It’s best for the entire world if we did.
Attraction
Unfortunately… There are times when we are stuck with one another. And it’s at those times that I sometimes forget how repelling you are.
Suddenly I go full-mode retarded. Derping out while my knees go weak. My heart does overtime, running in overdrive. A part of me cannot help but gawk and even though it is cold outside, I feel a hotness rush over me as if I had just entered the Sahara Desert.
You bastard.
It’s crazy. All you have to do is stand close, talk to me or just sit with me. And all of a sudden I just feel the need to slap you so hard, but at the same time I just want to lick your face.
Something tells me you feel it too. And you do it on purpose, just to torment me as much as it torments you.
Bastard.
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