Let Me Tell You Why I'm Pathetic.
There’s this girl, and for reasons that I don’t know, I’m not going to name her. Because if she found this, she’d make a big deal out of it and continue to torture me. So, we cleared that part.
Anyways, there’s this girl. She’s basically the ideal girl that you could think of and double that. Honestly, she is the greatest girl I know and she hardly even cares for me. So, I’ve probably liked her for about a year and a half but she’s always had a boyfriend who, let’s face it, kinda sucked ass; but she must’ve saw something in him that nobody else saw but that’s completely irrelevant at this point. She recently became single and I was like, this is my chance.
Let me clarify that we’ve graduated high school at this point.
So, while we were still IN high school, I wrote her a letter of why I liked her and made her a playlist of songs that reminded me of her. I stated the whole letter two months before graduation but kept re-writing the letter to make it as perfect as she is. ( Pathetic. )
So, to this day, I still have to letter, the playlist, a painting I drew for her because I’m pathetic, and my only copy of The Perks of Being A Wallflower.
I always say I’m going to give it to her but never do because every time I see her, she’s flirting with another guy. So, I keep it because I don’t want her to throw it away when she starts talking to guy or whatever.
I like her. And she likes me. And I more-than-like her and I know she doesn’t more-than-like me. But I don’t care. I’m madly and deeply in love with her but can’t say because I’m afraid I’d ruin anything that we have between us. Which is nothing really.