Bzzz.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Oh God, it is going off again.

Sigh.
In this “trap” again.
Why did he have to be nice to me?
Why did he have to look into my eyes that way?
Why did he have to touch me the way he does?
Why is he going to make me spend days, weeks, and months obsessing over him?
Why are we going to play this game so he could be comfortable?

Nope this isn’t you this time.
This is someone who has now put YOU on the pedestal.

How does it feel when the tables turn?

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