april 27 2024 00:15
I like you a lot. But i can tell its not like how ive liked other boys. Its different but at the same time its the same.
Ive liked you for two months. Which is shorter than usual before i start to question whether confessing is a good idea or not. And yet here i am. And i dont know if its because i know much more about being a lover or if its because i like you more.
But im sure that i do like you differently. So differently that its pushed me off guard.
I used to write novels and poems for boys i liked. I used to create stories and be able to put them all into words. I'd create whole universes based off of how i'd feel for people. The pain, the happiness, everything.
And yet there you are.
Youve rendered me speechless. theres nothing i can putto words about how i like you. but i know i like you a lot. I dont think im confused about how i feel, maybe i just dont know how to articulate it. Im not sure if its because you captivate me more or if im just not used to this kind of group of people, but goodness do i want to be a better friend for you all the same.
You drive me crazy but at the same time, theres nothing i can say about you.
And i know this wont be the last chapter about you.
