**Written in August, 2014
You make me weak inside. You make me shy. You make me unable to speak when I'm alone with you. You make it so hard to breathe. You make me act like an idiot, more so than I already do. You make me all the things I am not used to being. You make me vulnerable and you break down that strong barrier I put up. You break it down without knowing. You help me break it down because I want to know you. I want to know you for all that you are. I want to know what makes you love music so much. I want to know what melodies play through your head while you're walking past the lake and while you're singing softly to yourself. I want to know why you're so quite. I want to be quite with you. I want to know you.
You are so different and you make me feel so different. I love the way that I have no idea how to act around you.
Yet you have no idea.
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