I can’t promise you much, but I can absolutely assure you that she’s going to get sick of this.

She’s going to get tired of chasing you around while you stand still, totally unmoved by her desperate attempts to try to get you to even glance her way. She’ll slowly grow bored of being wrapped around your finger and she will feel suffocated by your touch. She will start to hate the taste of you in her mouth and she will begin to resent your hollow stares and empty promises. The simple act of letting your name escape from her lips will exhaust her. Your crooked smile, your sun-kissed freckles, your inflated ego, it’ll all make her sick to her stomach, and she's going to stop this- she’s going to stop loving you.

And when she does, when she finally realizes how much better she deserves than a boy who can’t love anything but himself, it will be the best day of her life, and the worst of yours.