kandi_store
(ISTP × INFP)
ever since they were kids, infp had always liked him.
she'll follow wherever he goes, give him trinkets and crafts she've made, he was her cool lone wolf.
Middle school was supposed to change things, but all it did was make her crush stronger. It wasn't just admiration anymore-it was warmth in her chest whenever she saw him, nervous excitement whenever they accidentally brushed shoulders. She started noticing things she hadn't before, like the way his hair curled slightly at the ends or how his lips parted slightly when he was thinking.
And she wanted, more than anything, for him to notice her too.
So she decided to confess.
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writer - winniethewriter