Many nights followed that night, so many I already lost track, not that I was counting though. But you know what? I never cared for you even after those nights. I never cared whether you saw me as a girl or not. Totally not a big deal though, I bet it was a mutual feeling. "Ew," I thought. "Never in a million years," I thought. Until that night when the nights before began to mean more than what they were.
It was probably just a night for you, too. Except it wasn't. Well, it wasn't for me.
Do you remember when you asked me when I began feeling different and I asked you the same? Yeah, I bet you don't but I do. You said you began
"About a week ago."
When we were having another twenty-questions night, fast forward to when you and I were not mere friends anymore, you asked me like you were asking for my favorite food,
"When did you start liking me?"
I was so taken aback by it that I merely threw the question back at you. I was scared of seeming too obsessed and in love with you than I wanted you to think, ashamed of letting you know I've been crazy for you longer than you were for me.
You were hesitant at first. I was very persistent.
You said, like it was the simplest thing in the world, "about a week ago? I'm not that sure. I just started stalking your Twitter and I didn't really know why. Then it hit me, I guess that's when I started liking you. Your turn." You chuckled as you said the most unimportant information to ever come out of your lips for you. Well it wasn't unimportant for me. But I never told you that.
"I think around two weeks ago or three? I'm not sure, either. I just began feeling excited to talk to you, I took that as a sign." I chuckled as I made you feel like it was the most unimportant information to ever come out of my lips. I'm letting you know now, it wasn't and it was one of the most important. And it was a lie.
It bothered me, really. Your response to the same question you asked me hinted an imagery of our future. I never saw it but I wish I had.
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A Letter to the First Boy I've Ever Loved
Historia Cortastrangers - friends- best friends - lovers - strangers, again. At a time of exploration and a time when finding love is a luxury one cannot afford, a teenaged girl and a teenaged boy fell in love with one another unconsciously, yet truthfully. Unrav...
