I can't

I can't stop thinking about her. 

I can't stop thinking about the way she quirks her eyebrows. 

I can't stop thinking about the way she smiles. 

I can't stop thinking about her smooth, pale skin. 

I can't stop thinking about the freckles on her neck. 

I can't stop thinking about how she always wears the same shoes.

I can't stop thinking about the way she twists her lips; like a secret smile. 

I can't stop thinking about how her hands move.

I can't stop thinking about how much I want her approval. 

I can't stop thinking about how good it felt when she hugged me. 

I can't stop thinking about all the bad things, either. 

I can't stop thinking about the time she said what 'types' of people she went for, I wasn't one of them. 

I can't stop thinking about how she always hangs out with her other friend. 

I can't stop thinking about how slim my chances really are. 

I can't stop thinking about the way she talks. 

I can't stop thinking about how she wouldn't want me. 

I can't stop thinking about all the people that are better than me and have a bigger chance. 

I can't stop thinking about her laugh. 

I can't stop thinking about her eyes. 

I can't stop thinking about her perfectly shaped eyebrows. 

I can't stop thinking about how she strived to get them perfect when they were perfect already. 

I can't stop thinking about her. 

I'll never stop thinking about her. 

I can't stop thinking about how the lips on the dream-her burned against my skin. 

I can't stop thinking about what it would look like if she danced. 

I can't stop thinking about what it would be like if she danced with me. 

I can't stop thinking about her. 

I can't stop thinking about her. 

I don't think I'll ever be able to stop thinking about her. 

She's perfect. 

I can't stop thinking about her. 

I can't stop thinking...

I can't stop...

I....

I can't stop thinking about her. 

I don't know how.