We complimented each other a lot, we always do. When there is nothing left to say between us give a compliment, flatter the other - the conversation is prolonged by two words that way. Thank you.
When we went our ways I couldn't stop smiling. I was happy and flushed, so very happy.
When we parted you said "We will text each other." and I said "Bon appétit." you laughed and we split because you were hungry and wanted to eat your lunch, you haven't had breakfast you said.
The promise you made, of talking to me again, is keeping me alive and going.
I was so tired today.
I was falling asleep on my feet.
But your hug sent a raging, love-filled wave of butterflies through me.
I want you to embrace me.
I want to embrace you.
Maybe I mind that you will never like me the way I like you.
It's not your fault you don't like girls, but I'm hurting so pardon me.
All the fantasies, they are eternal and endless, they just keep coming.
I imagine waking up and seeing you smiling at me.
I imagine holding you.
I imagine kissing you.
It's killing me, all of it. You're killing me.
I wish for nothing more than you to like girls too and most importantly I wish for you to like me.
I wish all the signs were true, saying that you love me too.
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I realized, you look at me sort of strangely whenever I imply my feelings subtly,
"I love it so much when you wear skirts."
"Ahaha."
It probably makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?
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How do I make you fall in love with me?
I could change, but would that be falling in love with the real me? Wouldn't that just be falling in love with the image I want you to see?
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I try to hint at it with every little flattery I send your way.
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I hate you.
I fucking hate you.
You're so fucking gay it hurts, how could I ever have thought that I, a girl, had a chance?
You talk about him so fondly and sweetly I could never even compare.
You said you wouldn't want a relationship with someone who lived far, I'd literally walk barefoot and naked to your apartment door in the middle of the night, but you don't see that, do you?
You don't see the butterflies fluttering out of me every time I'm around you.
You don't see the longing eyes.
You don't see my feelings.
You don't see me for what I am.
You appreciate the compliments I give you, but appreciate is not the same as knowing that I'm fucking in love with you.
You take, take and take, but you aren't willing to even look at me long enough to realize it.
You're so ignorant and oblivious when it comes to me.
What have I ever done to you for you to treat me this way?
Is me falling in love with you really that bad?
Is having someone adore you to your very atoms really that fucking bad?!
You keep chasing after a boy who doesn't want to be with you while I'm here kissing the earth you walk on!
Why can't you appreciate what you have at least for once!
