I really like you

Posted 6th November 2011 29

Sigh, I think I’ve fallen for you. I really really really like you. Yes, it’s weird that our conversation always land on the topic of love. It’s because I want you to someday… tell me that you like me back. It’s true, I really like you. I can’t admit it now, sorry.. It will be weird. I regret telling you.. I shouldn’t have right? I think you know already.. Even though I want to tell you I do sooo much.. I can’t. It’s not the right timing. I will tell you at our last dance during winter formal. I know you don’t like me though. I know you want to wait until college and that high school relationships are apparently.. boring and senseless? I don’t even know why I like you. Maybe I don’t? Maybe it’s because I just need someone to love and that you’re the only person that I can choose. I really dislike how you treat me. You treat me like you don’t care about me. But there are some split moments, I can feel something. Even though that split moment happens once a week and your careless attitude happens everyday. I have the tendency to make your careless attitude not matter.. I just think about your single moment of being nice.. and caring. That overpowers everything. That is what I love about you. I’m such a fool to be in love with you. I know you don’t like me… I know we’re never going to be a couple. Actually, I don’t need us to be a couple. I just want you to tell me that over these four years, you actually felt something for me because over these four years, I have fell deeply for you. When I think of love, I think of you. When you say harsh things to me, I cry.. and then I forget about it, lying to myself that you’re the one, that you’re my love. So silly of me. I need to forget about you. The reason why I ignored you and did not talk to you this week was because I need to forget about you. I know that you don’t like me. So I am trying to help you and myself avoid each others. We don’t need to talk to each others like we used to last year, 2 years ago, 3 years ago everyday. I deleted Skype, so I won’t remember our times together. Webcamming every night. I guess you’re too busy for me now. I know. I am scared of you, what can I say? I don’t want to be hurt. I am causing myself to hurt actually. I keep thinking about it, and thinking about it. The pain hurts so much. It’s mainly my fault. My feelings is getting in the way. I am a weirdo. I need to stop talking to you about my love problems, when you are the love problem. I take it out on you. Sorry. I need to stop. I need to control myself. Next time, let’s not have a conversation about love. Let’s talk about something else. Okay? I am sorry, “miel.”