sometimes, I hate you. I really hate you. I hate the fact that you have me wrapped around your finger. I hate the fact that every summer you come back, and every summer I fall for you. Again and again. I’ve tried to find someone else; someone as clever as you. Someone who can make me laugh as much as you do but it’s never the same. And I hate the fact that you tease me and you tell me I’m cute, I’m attractive, I’m funny, I’m talented, I’m creative and yet I live here and you live there. I don’t even understand why I like you so much in the first place. You’re lanky…and kind of a nerd in a big way. If only it wasn’t for your eyes; your eyes like dark pools that curve into a hook that draws me in, cuts me open, and reveals me; everything I am. I can’t hide from you. I’m completely vulnerable.
and I hope you never read this. I hope you never see how truly pathetic I am; how truly pathetic you make me.
and someday, I hope you realize I should have meant more to you than just that girl you flirt with in the summer.
Stupid. I’m a stupid girl.