The madness has begun, I'm obsessing again.
His face, his touch, his wicked smile.... all come right in front of me in flashes, when I'm talking to my old aunt whose husband passed away 3 days back, when I am asking for the air hostess to get me a glass of water, when I see a new ice cream advertisement, when I close my eyes to go to sleep.
I know him so little, yet I obsess about him so much.
I plan our little getaways, imagine our secret jokes, miss the taste of his skin and play out our unintentional intense conversations.
The mind won't let me stop, my flesh yearns for his touch...
Yet he doesn't give a fuck.
He just doesn't give a fuck.
His face, his touch, his wicked smile.... all come right in front of me in flashes, when I'm talking to my old aunt whose husband passed away 3 days back, when I am asking for the air hostess to get me a glass of water, when I see a new ice cream advertisement, when I close my eyes to go to sleep.
I know him so little, yet I obsess about him so much.
I plan our little getaways, imagine our secret jokes, miss the taste of his skin and play out our unintentional intense conversations.
The mind won't let me stop, my flesh yearns for his touch...
Yet he doesn't give a fuck.
He just doesn't give a fuck.
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