I see you look at her. I see the looks you give her. They're only hugely discouraging, you know. I'm not sure if you're aware of this fact, but I'm in love with you. Head over mother fucking heels. Did you notice that? I didn't think so. You are a boy, after all. Boys don't notice much, do they? I haven't given up on you, even though I know my efforts are pointless. You like her, right? I mean, the flirting is so very obvious. Telling her she's amazing? The constant hugs? How could anyone possibly miss that? You know, every time you take her into your arms and hug her, or tell her she's amazing, my heart drops a mile into my stomach. And I know I'm slowly going to get over you, but it's not going to be easy, God knows it won't. Because I can live without you, but without you I'll be miserable at best.
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