Once, there was a boy. Let's call him Jake. His hair looked as soft as a kitten. It was brown, His skin looked like caramel, and as smooth as butter. His eyes glowed a beautiful gold in the sun. His personality was kinda weird, like a cactus and rocks, it made sense in a weird way. Pretty like a rock, and as prickly and misshapen as a cactus. He picked on me offen, but I liked him.
Maybe a little too much.
He called me weird, emo and gay. He was right about two of those things. I dont know what would posses him to call me emo.
Falling for him was like scraping my knee, breaking my elbow and hitting my funny bone at the same time. It hurt like all hell when he said he didn't like me. But I still do the same shit and not always the same outcome.
I have liked him for over a year now. And he still looks as pretty as he did when I first fell. I know he'll never like me, but it's (sometimes) good to follow your dreams.
If he ever sees this, just know that all I said is still true. I do still like you. And I don't think I'll ever get over you.
No matter if you move away from me for the rest of your life, I will still hear your laugh, see your smile, and see your face. And I'll still love you.
If we meet again when we're older, I might have forgotten you. But after a while, I'll love you again. Because I will always know that you are still the boy I met in eighth grade, all those years ago.
I will always love you. I dont think I've ever felt this way about anyone else.
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Randomit's not a lot, but it's something g I came up with at like 3 in the morning so please enjoy it! even if you don't, I don't mind haha it kind of sounds like a song in my head, and I kinda like it. it's about someone I "like" who is an asshole but I...
