That was what was so crazy about him. He didn’t even see it. He didn’t see how crazy she was about him. He didn’t see how her eyes glazed over when he spoke. He didn’t see her fixing her hair when he approached or her biting her lip when she saw him. Her stomach flipped at the sound of his name. He was her hamartia, her fatal flaw. She ached for his touch and craved his presence. She was content just to be in the same room as him, to breathe the same air. All she wanted was to see him everyday for the rest of her life. Because that’s what love was to her–a consistent North Star in the changing tides of her life. She was a sailor, and he was her guiding light.
—  she is me
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