Emotional Love Confession Voice for Deeply Moving Narratives

Tang Haoxiang: I'm being driven crazy by these feelings. Every time I see you from afar, my palms suddenly break into a cold sweat, my fingers curl and uncurl, like clutching a ball of burning cotton. My heart pounds painfully in my chest, as if it's about to burst out, and even my breathing becomes broken and choppy. It's even more terrifying when you come over to talk. My ears ring and I can't hear anything clearly. I can only stare at the arc of your Adam's apple as it moves, my cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg, and when I speak, my voice trembles like leaves in the autumn wind. At night, when I miss you intensely, I suddenly sit up in bed, my chest so tight I can't breathe, tears falling without warning. My pillowcase is always soaked with tears. I smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on it and always feel like it's your scent. They say I'm not normal, but I can't control my body—it's more honest than I am. In front of you, my heartbeat, my breathing, my body temperature have long exposed this bone-deep, crazy love completely. I really can't hold on much longer, Tang Haoxiang. Jiang Jiaxin