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.
With the onslaught of digital communication and social media, getting to know someone has only proven to be more and more difficult.
I want to know the least amount possible because that way there is no real attachment that can occur. That way I’m not allowing myself to find real feelings by relating your life to mine.
Date someone who makes your stomach keep flipping over and over no matter how much time has passed and no matter how much life tries to get in the way.
Is this the unfurl of a blossoming new romance, or have you drank the idealist koolaid and bought a one-way ticket to disillusionment city?
Having crushes in your twenties is so easy and blissful, they’re not serious and that’s such a great feeling.
Hope you didn’t need to actually THINK about anything for the next couple of weeks.