Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion

An Adored Week

Nice is what he is.

Nice.

Not handsome.

Not breathtaking.

But nice.

He tells a few he like me tuns.

But to myself.

None.

He would be too embarrassed if I were to say no he says.

Give him an answer he wishes not to hear.

A rejection from someone he would never voice his appeal to.

Says he adores me to no end.

But never does anything to show me.

He is kind.

Not perfect.

Not hot.

But kind.

At least sometimes.

I'm vain, what can I say?

He makes me laugh a little.

A grin will form once in awhile.

But when he is angry.

I wish he were never born.

Getting a friend to give me a message.

Receiving his feelings through someone else.

An awkward occurrence started through peer pressure.

Ended with a few more awkward texts.

They say 'Give him a try'.

Meaning embarrass him more.

A few smiles in the halls.

A week until he has moved on to someone new.

Of course his feelings were true.

Of course they were.

A week is so long.

For an adored to become not so adored anymore.