I feel destructive. I do.
While reading his messages, I experience a short glimmer of happiness followed by dread. I push, as hard as I can, but he remains. I’m terrified. Please don’t fall in love with me. Please. I beg of you. When I kissed you, I wanted to die. I don’t even know what I’m feeling. I’m terrified. I need help. Someone help me. I’ve never been a cheesy human, much less one that talks about her feelings. I’m closed book, although he can read my so easily. I’ve never been more horrified in my life. I’m lost.