Dear You,
It was Mid-July when I realized I liked you.
It did not take long after I first saw you on that hot Sunday afternoon.
I hoped and prayed I would have some sort of obligatory interaction with you.
I got my wish.
After getting that wish granted, I discovered more and more details about you that I found attractive.
Everything you did was interesting to me.
But this day, this hot and emotional day in July, you hugged me, congratulated me.
To you, it meant nothing much.
Me?
It turned my cheeks red.
And I walked away knowing...
I wouldn't feel the same.
YOU ARE READING
Infatuation Journal
RomanceIn which I describe my feelings for you, fully acknowledging that you will never see it.
