Dear him, May 10, 2019
This is the first time I’ve truly felt like there’s a chance. There’s a chance that we could work out. There’s a chance that we could be more than friends. But then I think about the gap between us. There’s a pit that divides us. I can’t reach you.
I really like you. Of course, you’re not perfect, but you get me. Sometimes, you’re busy and I feel as if I’m a burden, but the warmness in my heart pushes that away.
I want more. I want more of what’s become us and just want to forget about the pit. Sometimes, I’d rather just jump in then wait for you to build a bridge.
I don’t know how you feel about me. There are times when I think that bridge is going to be built, but there are other instances when you just wave hello from across the vast gap with an adorable smirk.
I wish you could tell me what you really think about me. No matter what, whether friend or something more, I will always be waiting on the other side of the pit for you.
This is the first time when I’m not thinking straight. I don’t have a chance with you. The pit is full of sharks and piranhas.