That moment you realize something 7 years too late, only to think you’ve gotten over it 3 years later, but haven’t, though you’ve tried.
“Caught on a one-way street. The taste of bittersweet. Love will survive somehow, someway.”
Twice, I’ve tried not loving you, but time has told me that my love for you will never die, no matter what happens.
Oh, to feel this love in return……..but that day will never come.
Coming across this post further confirmed the very few crushes I’ve had, and how it was always me who did the confessing.
Well, not always. The first was a boy in 7th grade who I’d hang out with during lunch to be silly. Total misunderstanding, but that’s another story.
The second was either my freshman or sophomore year in high school. He asked me out through Valentine’s Day gifts. I had no idea he liked me, and I was just not interested in him.
It’s funny, because I’ve learned of people (very few) who supposedly had crushes on me AFTER I got a boyfriend (whom I confessed my feelings to). Needless to say, I pretty much went through my whole life with an incredibly low self-esteem when it came to this kind of stuff. I do even now, almost done with college.
Point is, if you have feelings, by all means, SAY THEM!! You have NO earthly idea how awesome it can be for someone to hear that they are cared about.
I was not supposed to be awake this late! I need my sleep!!
In other news, I think I am beginning to have a really tiny, teensy-weensy, barely-there-but-growing-ever-so-slightly crush on someone. And I can’t. I never intended to, nor did I expect it.
Gah! No. Just, no! Ayayay. I could just be confusing this hint of a feeling with mere admiration, right?
