You know, this may come as a surprise to you, but I’ve had a crush on you since pretty much the first moment I saw you.
I know, right? Me. Me! Unflappable, socially awkward, maybe a little quiet or shy. And then you’re pretty much anything but that, anything. Maybe that’s why being around you makes me stumble over words and my face turns red, I know it, and my throat dries up and I just don’t say anything after a while.
It kind of sucks. I know we could’ve been great friends, and that would’ve been a good start, but I was too shy and you just never really noticed me. Well, that’s not right. You noticed me, but… ignored me? Maybe I just didn’t reach out to you and grab your attention, not the way you did for me.
I hate that you live four hours away and all I get from you is awkward text messages and memories of time spent well together. I’m more articulate when I’m not actually talking to you, I guess you’re the opposite.
I miss you. I like you. And though I’ve liked other guys before, you’re probably the one I’ve liked the most. I don’t think it’s just admiration, either.
I hate this, but I wouldn’t change it for the world, because one word from you brightens my day. I don’t do the same for you, though, do I.
Didn’t think so.