Resistance and Surrender

First and foremost...I want you to know that this is not a love letter.  How stupid and arrogant of you to assume.  Who are you anyways?  Do you really think you're worthy of receiving a sickeningly sweet [yet mundane] gesture?  You are just you.  Don't think too much of yourself.  It sickens me.

Who do you think you are?  How dare you invade the privacy of my own thoughts?  You are so brazen, just waltzing in and out of my consciousness.  Stop it, I tell you.  It irritates me; the annoying straying thoughts of you.

What do you think you're doing?  Even in my dreams, you feel the need to manifest yourself?  It bothers me; the way you smile at me.  What are you playing at?  Seriously...stop.

Why are you doing this?  Prancing around in my head from the moment I wake up...haven't you had your fill?  It bugs me; the way I can't stop thinking about you.  It's early morning, for gosh sake.  Snap out of it.

Snap out of yourself.

What is happening to me?  You finally walked out of my thoughts, my dreams, my waking moments...but now, you have invaded my life.  I don't know what to do anymore.  I tried keeping you out, but you just make your way back [like a fucking adorable kitten].  Please...I...just...please...

...I don't even have the strength to resist.  I don't even want to deny it.  I don't even care what I think anymore.  I don't even think that I'm thinking anymore.  All I know is that you're here...

in my dreams.
in my waking moments.
in my mind.
in my heart.
in my soul.

...and I don't want you out.  
...I was in denial.
...I...
...I love you.