(#engrpconfession.) ♠️ / one for ms. eiffel, in case this sounds a little too familiar for you. i think i've always had a particular weakness for you. i could pretend it was the little things. the way you talk, the way you judge stuff, the things you do without realizing anyone is paying attention. but that wouldn't quite be true. i noticed you long before i had any good reason to and well unfortunately i never really stopped. maybe that's why i kept doing things just to have a little more of you. a little more of your time, your attention, your presence. i’d find some excuse to stay, some reason to reach for you, some small way of making sure i was still somewhere in your thoughts. looking back it was almost embarrassing how easily you could make me selfish. everything i did, perhaps, was just another way of trying to call you mine. though it’s not in the sense of keeping you, just enough to call, in that much more pathetic sense of wanting to be your favorite. the person you'd look for first. the one you'd choose when there were a hundred other people you could've chosen instead. all all the things you did, god, i hope i was your favorite crime, too. thank you olivia for the masterpiece btw. i don't know what to call this anymore, and honestly, i don't think it needs a name. i just know that whatever part of me once adored you never learned how to completely stop, and, if being hopelessly stupidly fond of you is a crime then i have very little interest in becoming innocent.
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