I’ll shout my love confessions to you across crowded corridors and empty bridges and hope it echos back. 

I’m rereading twitter threads and reverse image searching to find a way back to you, desperation in the most modern age, 

Crushing kitkat wrappers beneath my feet as I run down the well worn path of yearn- 

I know it like the back of my hand. 

You were always so far out of my league that i could never imagine not loving you. 

Turns out I felt admiration and ran with it. 

Love and hate are just two sides of a godly coin painted gilden with obsession. 

Flip it for me, will you?