I love you.

And trust me, I hate it.
I had a chance and I blew it.
Back then I didn't know it was love.
Bella, or as you're known in my other blog Cassie, I love you.
I get excited when you text me.
Half the time, you make my pitiful world turn.
Call me a freak, a creep, but I do.
I wanna tell you everything, but try to keep myself from texting you.
Then I get upset.
And you make it all better.
Thank you.
Love,
Pitiful Little Alex