And the fact that all of these thoughts came to me like a flood of sandy and pungent -but somehow addictive-feelings which makes me travel back and forth between what I know for sure and what I hope to be true, is just too much. You are like a cup of warm coffee to my lethargic morning, a cold lemonade to my dehydrated throat. I want you. You don't want me to want you. See the point now?
I. can't. get. enough. of. you.