2/2/20 happy palindrome day.
2:22pm
Sunday
(Btw I waited for this exact coincidence.) (2/2/20 2:22pm)
Dear K.L.W,
I think I've figured it out.
The 8th grade was when I started realizing I liked you.
You were the one who always stuck up for me and spoke your mind when I needed it. (See my 8th grade chapter.)
For that, I am forever grateful.
I think my gratefulness transformed into something else.
I'm scared of that thought.
It feels awkward and out of place.
Especially because I have never liked anyone that way before and the one person I do, I may never have.
If you didn't know already,
this sucks.
We are already great friends but I want to be closer. I hate that I want to know your favorite color or your favorite songs.
I hate that I want to know what your bedroom looks like first hand.
I hate that I may not like anyone this way ever again after you. And I won't ever be able to have you.
I have never liked anyone like this before I met you and I'm scared that if we part and I never see you again that I will never marry because you are the only one I am capable of loving like I do.
I'm so confused as to why that is.
I don't get it.
It's not fair
It's not fair
It's not fair.
YOU ARE READING
I Might Set Fire to This Later
No FicciónThis book is going to be like my journal. It's going to be very personal. Like a walk through my mind. I'm challenging myself to just write with no filter. To get my thoughts out. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR TRIGGERS. You could say it's a get to...
