• I’m tired of these games

    by  • June 15, 2011 • Miss You • 0 Comments

    Dear Seth,

    Yeah. I said your name, i didn’t just call you “s” or “that one boy who i’ve loved for way too long.” I just said you’re name, because i am past caring, way past.

    Oh, who am i kidding? I care more than anybody else, and you just don’t realize it.

    I am not good with words, although i liked to think i am. But sometimes i feel like there aren’t enough words in our fragile language to tell you exactly how i feel. There are not words to describe how warm i felt with your body pressed against mine and your legs on time of me, no words to describe how perfectly my head fit next to yours on the pillow.

    And for others reading this, there was nothing dirty there. We just watched a movie together.

    I love you. Okay? I really fucking do. And being second best? Dude, it’s terrible, and i can’t stand it for much longer.
    Please stop leading me on. If you don’t have feelings for me, say it! It would make me so happy. Just kidding, it would tear my insides into tiny little broken pieces.

    I love you so much.

    – The girl who’s fucking tired of being your second choice

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