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I wanted to yell at the stars and the constellations last night. I wanted to yell as I felt the nervous frenzy of a curious truth, surge through my electric nerves to my beating heart. The pounds only grew louder with every utter of the realization that yeahp--I'm into this guy, alright.

I must have forgotten the gratifying yet terrifying combination of feelings that come along having a crush on someone, because I'm pretty sure I just exaggerated (in metaphor) every bit of my realization last night. I don't know what to do. I think I'm scared, because there's a calculated risk on all levels. But then again maybe these are just the overthought thoughts of a romantic at 3:54 in the morning.

Please, he won't even look my way.