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.
You have a nickname for her which would be inappropriate to speak in front of your common friends, lest they’d make fun of you.
Set a specific text tone for the person you’re crushing on so you know exactly when said person contacts you.
Love is a marathon. I’ve never been a distance runner, my lungs implode and the acid in my mouth threatens to dissolve my insides. Lust is a sprint. I’ve never been good at those either, but why prolong the pain?