we love the one we shouldnt and despise the one who deserves it. . .

I threw my arms around him instinctively, wrapping them around his waist and pressing my face against his chest.

 He was so big, I felt like I was a child hugging a grown-up.. . . .

Would it be so wrong to try to make him happy? Even if the love I felt for him was no more than a weak echo of what I was capable of, 

even if my heart was far away, wandering and grieving after my fickle Romeo, would it be so very wrong???

Once you cared about a person, its impossible to be logical about them anymore but the hardest part is feeling… out of control.

 Feeling like I can’t be sure of myself, like maybe you shouldn’t be around me, like maybe nobody should. Like I’m a monster who might hurt somebody.. . . .