well...
there she is.
*****.
eleventh grader, very smart, pretty short, kind and cute.
just why did i end up crushing....
well uh,
because of the things i said?
yeah probably.
you know what? thats the problem with me.
i fall in love with the idea. not the person.
well maybe a bit of the person too obv.
i make these ideas and dreams in my head - what could have been perfect scenarios. then i wake up to reality and realize it will never happen.
im just delusional.
the delusion:
- suddenly get close
- be more touchy
- talk a lot more
- cuddle 🥰
- uprobknowwhatsnext.
the reality:
- shes just a schoolmate acquaintance.
- we barely talk
- ive never made contact with her
- whateverthatiswillneverhappen.
theres another thing too tho.
im too feeling.
multiple glances and i think theyre in love.
standing beside me during a photo and i think theyre in love.
anything small and i immediately think theyre in love.
do. you. see. the. delusion.
its gotten to this point where its honestly just like that for most people i like.
it starts off with me catching them do something small, then to me thinking they have something for me, and then to me crushing "back" because of what ive "newly discovered".
and then eventually istopcrushingbecauseifindmyselfweird.
or i continue to like them..
for a while.
and gaslight myself into more ideas.
what a great system i use!
ugh
well back to *****.
shes cute.
and i got ideas.
put two and two together,
and boom!
a crush ❤️
in all seriousness tho, shes a really nice and good person. shes the type of person who you want to take care of.
LIKE LITERALLY OMG IM NOT EVEN KIDDING
shes like the person you want to keep safe.
like an innocent child
(im not a pedo fyi)
anyways.
idontknowwhattosay.
we don't really know know each other.
why?
we're just acquaintances.
nothing more, nothing less.
thats all it is.
i think.
the next day update:
LMFAO
well we talked a bit
with her friends
so cute
cutie
i wanna squeeze HAHAHA
💔💔💔
shes so baby
HAHAHAHAHA
YEVSJEBWKSKAKKS AYIE
ok thats it.
cutie 🥰
(M)
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short encounters, long thoughts
Randomthoughts from my encounters. just me? its true what they say... you fall in love with the thought of being with them, not the person themselves.
