I shouldn’t care. I’ve done nothing but push her away and it seems to have worked.But fuck, it hurts.And it shouldn’t.I wish there was an off button for emotions when it comes to Charlotte. The dangerous emotions circulating my heart force their way into the place I don’t want those emotions to be. My hate for her is slowly dying, and it’s being replaced with love and desire. It’s ripping me apart and consuming my every waking and sleeping moment. Everything I do, doesn’t matter if I’m just waking up or working out, my mind is with her. I curse under my breath and slam my hand against my steering wheel. I’m relieved she came home alone and I should probably check on her.Only, I don’t.I stay in my car for the next hour and make sure everything’s alright and that she’s not leaving again tonight. For the past few nights I’ve stayed in my car outside the house to make sure she’s safe. Call me a stalker or whatever, but I need to know she’s okay.The desire for her is turning into an obsession.
