I don’t really know how to say this to you. But I guess I’ll try.
I really wish you would talk to me, because, the truth is, I’ve become a little infatuated with you.
And another thing, every time you sent me a text message, I would get butterflies in my stomach and the biggest smile would spread across my face. There were times I would think forever before I replied; choosing my words carefully so I could keep the conversation going. There were times where I couldn’t wait to hear from you again, and replied in a heartbeat, without even thinking before pressing “send”. There were times I would stay up until three in the morning—even though I was beyond tired—just to talk to you. You had me going crazy.
Yes, you had me going crazy. But I guess you didn’t feel the same about me.
I was always the first to text you. And you always took forever to reply. And there were even times when you would ignore my texts.
Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. I’m not the type of girl guys usually fall for. But for a second there, I really felt something. I don’t know how to explain it… Have you met someone for the first time, and felt like you already knew them? And the two of you connected on a level you had never experienced. And you felt like you could spend hours talking to them and never get bored. That’s how it was for me.
But, obviously, not for you.
I’m tired of texting you first. I’m tired of the smile I get every time someone says your name. I’m tired of thinking so much about you. I’m tired of waiting for a text from you that will never come. I’m tired of replaying our conversations in my head. I’m tired of making up perfect conversations between us in my head. I’m tired of wishing you would feel the same about me.
And the worst part is, if you talked to me tomorrow, I would probably forget what I just typed, and fall for you all over again.
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