This is certainly a test of my will, a test of my strength. How long can I go without touching your hand, or touching your face. I blinked and I was in love. I woke up and decided it would be hard to live life without ya. Damn. I feel so stupid. You ain't even the type of dude I would normally be attracted to, but somehow I fell into a trance. Fell into the role of one of the characters in your world. Now I can only see my life, my predicament, my surroundings through your storyline. I wish this script was fiction and that I could rise above it and get my life back. I wanna be that girl that didn't know anything about you, your life your story. The girl that could past you without noticing you. I wanna be the me that didn't get butterflies when she heard your voice, or a strong urge of desire in the deepest part of her body when you were near. I hate that I love you, I regret the day I invited you in. This is a test of my will, my strength, my faith. Will I make it?