> Wow. So do you like him?<
"How...? Whaaa... Who are you talking about?"
> The one who called you beautiful tonight.<
"Oh. Nopeeee. Nah. Not going to answer you."
> You know I am you right? We both know the answer- You're too scared to say it.<
"I'm not scared. I just don't want to answer you, duh."
>...<
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
> You like Mr. Mysterious. Its obvious.<
"No. He likes me actually."
> Yeah. I know. It's okay to like him back.<
"Easy for you to say."
> Im still you.<
> Mom knows it. I know it. He probably knows it. What's the big deal?<
"Either he is too scared to ask me out or he just wants me to play games."
> No, that's not the case, hun. He probably likes to like you without labels, attachments, and lockdowns. Or he can't have a girlfriend- his parents? Yikes!<
"Eh. Sure."
> Talk to me, hun. How does he make you feel?<
"Happy. Warm, warm happiness. I can be comfortable around him, and not be judged by my craziness. To kiss and hug him. Squeeze him with (almost) all my might. Bubbly laughter.
~Nov. 3,17
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Letters of Thoughts and Vulnerable
PoetryA collection of poems from the deep, raw thoughts in my mind to my heart, to paper, to your screen.
