Infatuation Hurts
Disclaimer:This and all parts of the Infatuation Hurts series are an original work, written by me, Miss Cynthia Marie Kettering. Me. All alone. All by myself. All in my lonesome. In it's entirety.
In simpler wording, I wrote this and the rest of the series (yep, the whole darn series.'Ow! My fingers hurt!'), all by myself, in my lonesome (Probably withdrawl, you know, with school starting and all. Otherwise my Best Friend would have helped me. What am I saying!?! She doesn't help me, she annoys the living hell out of me, AND she laughs at my artistic talent!! . Well, that's why our IQs have such a large difference 127.826 to 65.287, MINE being the larger of the two! ).
(P.S. Sorry for he long disclaimer. Gotta put it up, though. Otherwise, people will steal my original works!!! ;) )
Infatuation hurts.
Especially when you're infatuated with Him.
Infatuation hurts.
It hurts more when you know that he'll
probably never feel the same way about you.
Infatuation hurts.
Because he's one of the most
popular boys in school.
Infatuation hurts.
And you are one of the girls that could
leave school and he wouldn't even notice
that you were ever gone.
Infatuation hurts.
When you know that he'll probably never notice you.
Not ever.
Infatuation hurts.
When you can come to the conclusion
that he probably doesn't even know your name.
Infatuation hurts.
When you guess that he probably isn't infatuated with you.
Because he doesn't know about your infatuation with him.
Infatuation hurts.
When he is as infatuated with you as you are him.
Infatuation hurts.
And you don't know that.
Infatuation hurts.
Very much.
Maybe too much.
Maybe so much that it's blinding you.
Because you can't see.
The signs he gives you every day.
Trying to show you his feelings.
His infatuation with you.
But he is blind to your signs, too.
And that is why infatuation hurts so much.