When you ignore me, I worry that you don't like me. I know that you don't mean to ice me out, but it's one of the reasons I know I'm falling for you. If I didn't really like you, I wouldn't really care if you moved on; I might even prefer it. But I worry about how you feel about me, much to my dismay.
I want you to like me. I over-analyse comments and gestures to the extreme. I care more than I'm used to. I'm falling and I keep trying to break it, but all in vain. My fingers are grasping at twigs and dust, and I'm incredibly aware if it all. So when you don't hear me, I freak, because I know I'm gonna hurt when I hit the bottom.
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