Somehow

when i stalked you on the internet

i couldn't resist it.

i just couldn't. i needed more. more of a piece of you. you are like a piece of addicting pie, and i am a sugar druggie.

so i (shyly) asked the very same friend that was in library with us, what was your instagram account.

she just slyly grinned and shook her head in a teasing way. i quickly and lightly slapped her hand.

"it's nothing. i just want to see how he looks outside of the school."

a very lame reason, and my friend knew it but both of us pretended like it was not.

so that same night, i saw your profile; sent by my friend as a direct message and i clicked it.

my hand reached for a blue button, wanting to change the colour to white but i saw it was already white. i chuckled, not realising i'd followed you not long ago. i wasn't sure when; but then internet was always a weird place.

i then went to your following lists, and i blossomed a shy smile. i certainty just saw something i like.

you already followed me.

that means you knew i existed.

★★★

The last line sounds silly, but i always think my crushes don't even know i exist. (Not celebrity crushes, that's different!) My friends say no way, they say I'm popular as hell but still. . .

Who else can relate, tho?!