Sigh.

Why is it that when we like someone so much, all their flaws and lies becomes non-existent to us? We only remember their good. I am naive, don't hurt me. I do like you a lot, and I just can't find the reason why. I'm afraid you'll hurt me. I'm afraid I'll hurt you. I'm afraid I'll get hurt. I'm afraid you'll get hurt. Most importantly... I am afraid it'll hurt this thing between us. I am so vulnerable and naive. I don't want to like you, but I'm afraid that once I stop, she'll have you... Then I've wasted my time. I don't want to lose you. I really can't imagine how it'll feel when I actually lose you.