Well he liked me, he liked me a lot. I look back now and bro I was disgusting, I was ok to talk to. I had the mindset of, if I force myself into his life enough he is either gonna love me or fucking despise me.
I still live by that tho, it worked...
By the end he had tried to ask me out three times, and by the third time the month before I had given up, I had fallen into self depreciation and realised we could never be. It had been a little less than a whole year from the kiss. I still wanted to be friends, but we both knew we had something so I popped up. Talked about the one thing I can talk forever about, football. It was cute, we argued over who has the better team, and his stupid season ticket, it just reignited something. He said something like "I would love to take you to a game" and boy when I tell you that hit different, it did.
oh and the day came, the next valentines day after the kiss. I got something.
In the morning of valentines, I got a text
it said "happy valentines day I guess"
when I tell you my ovaries exploded, bro I really really liked him. And this just confirmed that he liked me, my insecure ass was dead. Like 6 days of talking, after liking him for 2 years, he asked me out.
and I was just like fuck it.
I said yes, on one condition, you say the n-word.
WHY WAS I LIKE THIS
What crack was I on, that's such a white boy thing for me to say.
but he said yes, and told me next time he sees me he will say the n-word.
Next level simping
So we texted through the night, and those were some questionable conversations, everyone knows don't talk to a male past 10.
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July 2018
RandomWhat a month everything I wanted happened. But also everything I didn't want also happened. I can never undo this shit. Fuk
