You’ve liked me for a while.. since you met me in fact, the second we locked eyes an infatuation was born. You have been working up the courage for so long.. to finally tell me how you feel, you’ve pictured every outcome, nervously practiced exactly what you’d say. A yet.. nothing could prepare you for this brutal of a rejection, the look of pity.. disgust on my face. You feel so small, yet you love being degraded by me. It ignites something new in you.. and takes your obsession with me to an even deeper level.