To be honest I’m not quite sure if you were even looking at me or looking through me. I don’t know you that well after all. Maybe you just like to stare at empty spaces and mistook me for one.
I like you because you give justice to the words “Good Morning” with each waking day. A simple two-word greeting that puts a smile on my face which uncontrollably lasts for minutes, and sometimes, even hours.
He notices when you make little changes. When you color your hair. When you do your makeup differently. When you wear a new dress.
sometimes I book Airbnbs near you because I’m impulsive and make decisions at 2 am that aren’t well-thought-out.
We never even kissed. I wonder if you are just the same today. I will probably never know.
Orchestrating one-on-one hangouts.
It’s like asking God for the right person to show up but when the right person shows up, you’re not there to open the door. Instead, your friend opens the door and says hi to your right person.
I’ve come to the decision that it’s fundamentally unfair that you exist.
Being ‘just friends’ means watching you move on.
You shouldn’t be allowed to make me feel like this