Posted by Anonymous on 2014/02/12 under Uncategorized She is the girl that you either hate or love. Most of my friends don’t like her. Neither do our co workers.. But for some reason we just click. Since the beginning her and I have always been able to talk about whatever, or the first to start picking on each other. My best friend liked her. It didn’t end well for them. My friend found out, and we are over it now. Everyone tells me I’m only doing it for the competition. I don’t really understand why they would think that I would enjoy having feelings for someone that I am absolutely not allowed to be curious with. Every thought and emotion has to be locked up and put away. Tricky part is, she has these feelings and temptations too. And its not always so easy to keep held back.. When it’s heat of the moment and you’re looking at her and you can just tell by the way she looks at you that something, whatever it may be, is here and between us. Has been for months. Its such a shame that I can’t explore this chemistry. I met her first, and the day I was going to admit that I was crushin on the girl, my friend said it first. I knew I had no chance right then and there. There was no way it could ever happen, and be accepted at the same time. She keeps me on my feet. Irritates me at times, but it’s only because she challenges me. No one else does that. She isn’t afraid to be herself, no matter what people say or think. Not a lot of women act that way. It doesn’t help that she’s beautiful. The side-ward glances and the secret conversations. She’s addicting. I told myself I would never get involved with her, and here I am 6 months later. Wrapped up in something I can’t even begin to explain. She has some part of me. I don’t know what it is, or if it will ever go away. I’m sure if she didn’t participate in any way, it would fade into a memory. The problem with that, is she is becoming more and more involved with me. Always flirting, calling me when she gets upset, or just calling to say hi. I wish it didn’t have to be so dangerous. I suppose only time will tell the end of this story