Look, I know I'm not a normal guy. You probably know that too, but that's beside the point. I can get past all my abnormalities like my obsession of Japanese manga or my sleeping pattern, in which I sleep all the time and still manage to be drunkenly tired. That's okay, yet it's just that... I feel most weird around the girls I have liked over the years.
Dear reader,
Can I talk to to you for a bit about my feelings for this girl? Well it'll be more like you sitting there and listening... I mean reading... Look dear reader this isn't just weird for you! I'm confessing my feelings to the person I fell in like with, so please lay off with that smirk on your face.
This particular girl is nice. That is all. She could be reading this right now so we have to be incognito right now. Another thing before we really dive in, promise me you won't tell anyone about this little encounter. Don't worry I'll wait. Hmm. Okay that seemed reasonable. Let's get to it.
I never really realized that I was starting to like her until it was wayyyyyy to late. And I knew I liked her when I had this dream... It wasn't that kind of dream, get your mind or of the gutter. Be greatful I'm sharing this with you, this is like my 6th or 27th best kept secret so you know... Keep it that way. In the dream, we were holding hands in like a meadow or something.
Now I know that wasn't anything special, but to me it was. I've never done that with anyone before, it's like a goal, nah meen (For all those who don't use slang talk, this translates to, "you know what I mean"). You know I'm a very prideful, courageous person. I lose all of that when I talk to this person. It's really sappy or cliché, but it's truth dammit. Every time I've confessed my feelings, things have gone awry. One time, well a few times, the girls laughed at me for even thinking I had a chance with them. A guy can dream can't he?
I love to dream, like if there was an Olympic dream team I'd be on it. Can you help me understand why I confessed to her too, her being the girl I like, as you know? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, but I just can't not tell her. I have to be honest with myself, sometimes I wish I knew what she was thinking, but do I really want that? What if she thinks I'm weird? Ehh weirder than I already am. What if I'm like that guy she only likes as a friend? My worst fear is that she pity-dates me. That would hurt more than a flat out no. Sheesh. I have one last problem... you still willing to read?
Of course you are!
I over analyze too much. And yeah I'll put an emoji in this, I can do whatever I want. My story, My rules. I really wish I could just be a little more normal with relationships. As you see I'm more than a little weird. Who knows that could be a part of my "charm". Thanks for listening, I'm glad you understand.
