Confessions(of love)....

A simple admission of guilt would suffice, but I don't know what I have done or why I'm feeling how I am... I minimize my offense like an unused window on a computer screen... I begin to change up what I say and my routine(toward her).... She begins to change also but in subtle ways that she thinks I don't notice, now she opens my car door after I open hers, she is my alarm clock, she sends me a text at 1:43 everyday that just says "=)"... So now I cant, I mean I don't move without her rythm moving with mine.. I don't eat without her belly first being full.. I don't sweat without working "her" out first.. Now I think I'm ready to make a confession but I don't wanna serve the time that will be given alone... I'm not a snitch nor will I assume so I hope she has "committed" the same crime and is willing to accept the responsibility... Time passes and when I see her again, my phone chimes (it's 1:43) and when she walks up to me and emphatically says "I confess".... Love....