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?
You wanted my love, you wanted my body, you wanted my time, you just did not want me.
I’ve kissed someone who ended up breaking my heart, who loved me but not in the same way or capacity as I loved them. I’ve kissed someone whose kiss I never expected but whose kiss sent a shiver down my spine, goose bumps across my body and butterflies to my stomach.
These 24 people have.
And he tells you about her. You knew about her, of course, but you were hoping it was choice, not circumstance that made him leave. He tells you otherwise.