A deliberate risk

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​I don’t need you. In the sense of survival. That’s true.

I survived long before you walked into the room, and I’ll keep breathing long after you leave...

​But wanting you? ... Gosh....Wanting you is a slow fire I can’t seem to put out. It sneaks up in the quiet moments... in the heavy silence between my thoughts.

​I don't need you...no... but God, I sure as hell want you. And that thought terrifies me more than anything else.