ActⅠ Scene II Tremolo

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It's nothing super serious, but it's serious enough to hurt. I think about her more or less constantly, and I keep over-analyzing everything she says and does. Whenever I'm talking to her, I need to stop myself from staring at her, and focusing on our conversation is hard work. Right now, I'm in too deep to function. All I really want to do these days, is lose myself in her. She makes me smile, she makes me laugh, she makes me happy. If only she'd feel the same way about me.

My tongue, your tongue, were the world mine.