Dear Crush *waggle waggle*
Dear Crush,
Sometimes I feel like I’m over it but then you show up and the wave of feelings hit me again and I feel like punching myself in the face because it’s super frustrating. I guess I’m just not used to having so many feelings. But I’m not so nervous around you anymore. And I love being friends with you. But I think you’re picking up some things from the group of friends you hang out with that you probably shouldn’t. I know you say certain things because you think it’ll get a reaction out of people and because one of your friends uses those jokes and he gets all the laughs. But I like you a lot better when you’re just yourself and stop trying to impress other people with “jokes” like that. You’re so much more down to earth like that, and I really appreciate that. I like you because for the most part, you’re pretty easy to read. You probably won’t admit how you’re really feeling, but it’s written all over your face. You’re genuine and you’re never afraid to compliment anyone or tell someone how you feel or what you’re thinking in a moment. You know how to keep a conversation going when I don’t really know what else to say. I love your eyes. And I have no words for your smile. All I know is that it’s amazing and your smile always makes me smile and laugh because it makes me happy. I remember looking at you one time as you were admiring something. You looked so intrigued and so full of wonder and it was really cute so I laughed. You asked what I was laughing at and I just shook my head and said,”nothing.” Ugh I’m such a hopeless romantic, and typing this out makes me kind of self-conscious because I don’t really tell many people about this. But I know that when I really get to talk to you, it feels nice. And when you said “I love you” as a parting, I was able to say it back. I don’t usually say it back. Usually it’s because I know it wouldn’t be sincere in the moment. But I know that even if nothing happens, I still do care about you deeply and I think I could really define that as love. Maybe one day I’ll tell you, but for now I’ll just go with it. My head says there are plenty of fish in the sea, while my heart says I don’t like fish and you’re the only fish I’ve ever really loved up to this point (how sappy is that? But fun fact, I actually don’t like fish. Unless it’s in the form of fish sticks, which isn’t even real fish, so you see my point). This is getting long enough, so I’ll stop it here. I hope whoever read this was entertained by my eternal pining.
