Infatuated - Tumblr Posts

infatuation.

Your desired person is utterly obsessed and infatuated with you.

Your desired person is infatuated with everything about you.

“Everything you do is so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful…” - your desired person.

Your desired person is infatuated with your beauty.

You often catch your desired person staring at you, admiring how beautiful you are, how perfect you look.

Your desired person often stares at you, taking in every detail of your fact yet unable to find a single flaw.

Whenever you glance over at them, their already looking at you with hearts in their eyes.

Whenever your around, your desired person is unable to focus on anything else around them, completely intrenched by your beauty and infatuated with how gorgeous you are.

they genuinely don’t think there’s anymore more beautiful then you. Your the most magnificent person in their life.

Your desired person will often find an excuse just to talk to you so they can look at your face.

they look seeing the pretty different expressions you make, every movement you make is perfect.

I fell down bad for someone I never even met

This may sound crazy but I basically am falling for this twitter mutual. I don't know if he knows, but if he does, I'm okay with it. If we can at least become close friends, I would appreciate that. I just hate how I'm feeling like this. I really hate having crushes, because if I do, they will always run around my thoughts ad nauseam.

And he doesn't need to reciprocate it, I just want him to at least notice me. I understand his need for peace, and I respect him for it. Even his replies are already enough to make me feel seen. I really am begging for the bare minimum and he doesn't even owe me anything lol. I'm seeking scraps of his recognition and it ruins me.

I can't even hate him for it. What is this obsession I'm going through? I am tracking blind on his invisible footsteps by the coast, waves of your reprieve erasing them. But when I look up, he seems so far yet so near. When I look at him through the binoculars of my infatuation, at the other end of the glass, I can see him standing right there. An artifact built like a masterpiece, carved from ivory, glowing like the summer sunrise.