I'm trying so hard not to fall for you. But the harder I try, the harder I fall. I know it IS pathetic. You don't know me and yet all I can think and talk about is you. The more I talk about you with my friends the more I fall. Sometimes I'm afraid that maybe I fell in love with the man on my mind and not on the real you. But who are you? I want to know you more. Talk to you more. See more of you. My desire to know you is far greater than my shame, way stronger than the panic goblins in my chest. I know this is just another impulsive decision of mine, but I could only care less and just indulge with these feelings. It's hard to catch my breath when I like you beyond belief. It is impossible for us but it is the chances I am taking. And right now, there is no second guessing. :)