Before I was dating nice guys whom I trusted fully, and it’s only now that I’m realizing how lucky I’d been.
It’s not rocket science, and it doesn’t take memorizing any cheesy pickup lines.
Learning how to kiss someone new, and finding out how your body meshes with theirs in hugs and cuddle sessions. Sure, there might be a few knocked teeth and rogue elbows here and there, but eventually, you figure it out.
Sometimes I see him touching buttons on his phone, so he might not be as single as he said he was yesterday.
The crush struggle unites us all.
I’m talking about that cute boy who is a couple of years older than you.
I like you because you challenge me. I hate that, but I know that it’s good. You push me to question why I believe certain things. You’re the only person who’s ever done that.
Having a crush is the most exhilarating thing in the world, aside from certain recreational drugs and / or small roller coasters.
And one day you might actually muster up the courage to actually speak to this person that you’ve pretty much known for two months (even though they don’t have the slightest clue about who you are).
Maybe I could love you just a little more than a lot. Maybe I could do that when I don’t know too much.