It’s not that I’m In love. Don’t get me wrong I feel something for him but it’s one of those feelings where you love a person, but your not In love. It’s a feeling like you know some way your meant to be in each others life you just are blinded by the thought of love you actually surpass that and you feel I mixture of love and hate. It’s a destructive type of love only few people can really understand. One moment you think “he’s such an asshole” but at the same time your thinking about the way he tastes in your mouth. The way he bites your lip so softly yet enough to show such power you could fall to your knees. You can picture every detail of how things were while alone. But sadly, a door mat I am not. Blinded by your smile and you, but burnt by the destructive love you feel.