It’s because he’s not into you enough to try. It’s because he likes you, but not the way you like him.
“She smiled too much. It was creepy.”
You’re constantly plagued with the idea of what if.
The way I feel about you is annoying. Seriously. It’s not romantic, doesn’t make me giddy. It bugs me. It creeps in when I’m trying to do other things and makes it impossible to focus.
A man who likes himself isn’t going to guilt you for posting a photo where you look sexy. He’s not going to demand you change your outfit before going out to a bar.
He utters the sentence, “You deserve better than me.”
I no longer associate things with you. I no longer remember you whenever I dine at restaurants we used to visit nor think of you when our song plays on the radio.
Contemplate the chances of getting murdered.
Normal dating was a nightmare so I hacked it.
Bringing flowers. Again, it doesn’t matter who is bringing the flowers to whom, it’s the more the fact that it just isn’t a romantic gesture that happens much anymore. On Valentine’s Day? Yes. Anniversary? Maybe. But on a regular date? Not anymore.