Excerpts

#1

"Maybe he could be in love with me." She thought.

Though the inexpressible feeling that she felt tugging at the strings of her heart told her otherwise. She was always good at that, telling herself that people didn't love her, though she always desired to be loved. To be held by someone who understands her when she's struggling to breathe through her sobs at 4 am. To be that person that made his face light up when he thought about her on the subway in the early morning.

But goddamn she was stubborn, keeping the obscure thoughts revolve inside her head and building walls so high that no boy was able to make her see how absolutely exquisite she was. To say that no one loves her is an exaggeration, but to say that he didn't love her was something she could, or already did, see as reality.

"Maybe she could be thinking about me." He thought.

But he knew that it was just his imagination, his damned problematic brain seemed to be making overtime on how he could convince himself that maybe she did think about him, even if it was to recall that one time he spontaneously dropped a glass of water, or how he bought a can of silly string just to spray all over himself. But the thought of her even briefly remembering what he had done some weeks ago seemed to be enough to get him stupidly infatuated all over again. Foolish he called himself. Foolish to think that someone like her could love him.

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hey

so I'm starting this book,

and I don't have an updating schedule so it may take me longer to update sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and I guess you guys can call me alex bc that's a nice name :-)