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Sometimes I wish you would actually see me.

It's probably worse as I'm shy as fuck when it comes to this particular situation/predicament

I hate that I can count the number of times I've talked to her this year on the fingers of one hand. 

It sort of like being forced to choose between a Magnum ice-cream and a Maxi-bon, one is deliciously luxurious but prohibitively expensive (relatively speaking), and the other isn't as alluring, but becomes a familiar and loved treat the more it is tasted. 

Now that I think of it, I should probably stop backing myself into such open corners. Doesn't force me to act on a decision. 

When you think about it, I leave coded messages everywhere. I realised half way through the Maths exam today that I was tapping one out in Morse code without even realising it.