Affection • A Oneshot Collection

• CLICHÉ •

I hate stereotypical love.

I hate catching feelings or romance in movies because I know they're unrealistic. Even cheesy couples end up making me feel uncomfortable. I don't know why but imagining myself in romantic scenarios just make me cringe.

You and I both agreed on those points.

We were merely friends with a humorous ̶r̶e̶l̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶h̶i̶p̶ friendship. We hated the idea of being tied down by another person for their feelings and love. Whenever someone flirted with us, we would just laugh cause we were so dense. We didn't know how to even differentiate flirting from kindness. We both dream of a future where we're free to do anything with no worries of hurting another we love romantically.

All this information and only a few months ago did we start talking from groups to DMs. I liked how our acquaintanceship bloomed into a great friendship. We would even have our own inside jokes, that whenever we mention in public we end up getting called weirdos for bursting into laughter. Sometimes whenever I tell a joke I would catch you staring at me too. Funny because mainly I just wanted to make you laugh, you fool.

We even had completely different friend groups. Yours were more social and diverse, while mine were introverted yet lovely people. Sometimes your friends would add me or talk to me cause you said I would get along with them, ahahah. Not going to lie, it does make me feel appreciated. It just shows that you talk about me to your friends. I didn't know I was even worthy enough for people to flex their friendship with.

Fuck it. You know why I'm telling you all of this, I might as well just say it now. I really like you. Sometimes it all lies in my little jokes, or in the songs I would recommend to you. You left me happy each time we talked, similar to the feeling of finally finishing a good book. I would even free my time after my class so we could go to the library together. I don't want to be cheesy but I wished instead of you holding a book, you were holding my hand. You know all my deepest stories that I tell you about in the depths of my heart. You even listened to me ramble about the strange dreams I have. I knew I liked you when I started anticipating your messages cause I knew damn well I was the type of person to leave messages on inbox because I didn't have the energy to talk.

Why didn't I tell you before? I was scared of course! Chances were you'd leave me. What if the feelings wouldn't last anyway? What if the giddy feeling of being around you would fade? We didn't even think the cute stories couples would talk about were true anyway. Falling in love seemed like a sweet thing but I'm terrified of the pain. Now I'm sure of what I never was with before. I'm sure I want these feelings with you. I don't want to overthink things anymore, I just want peace of mind in what you think and feel too.

Now definitely, I'm sure that that stereotypical form of love is not all that bad. If we don't like it, you know we can make our own type of love anyway.

I snap back to reality. I'm done rehearsing my confession in my mind, all that's left is to tell you now.