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
I’ve always hated the idea that timing can screw something up. But I can’t help from wondering how life would have unraveled had we met when I was more open, more willing to dive in.
You get annoyed when a third person interrupts your conversation. You’d rather talk to him one-on-one.
What am I like in your mind?: This is a good question because they’re likely to reveal what they like about you, what they don’t like about you …and ideally both.
Are we supposed to rise with all the emotions we chose to let each other see and set with all the feelings we’re too afraid to tell?
I have felt every damn thing you are feeling right now. And it isn’t fun. It’s heartbreaking, confusing, desperate. Even the most innocent text becomes a sign of hope.
You never knew I liked you, because instead of calling you up to tell you how I felt, I complained to my friends about how stupid you were or wrote poetry in my journal or just listened to music with lyrics that reminded me of you.
Whenever you’re around him, you suddenly feel inarticulate, and spend much of your time smiling at the ground.