Maybe I'm Crazy

Sometimes I feel crazy for thinking I felt something that night, but I did. I didn't know what it was or how to interpret it, but I could sense it.

You were after me, you "liked" me - was I too old to use that term? I felt it like an electric current. I felt it and allowed it to progress because I didn't know what it meant or what it could lead to.

It doesn't matter now, except I just want to admit that I felt it. That there was a time I could feel things, good things, for others.

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