November 2010
4 posts
I need a specialist to observe us and then conclude if you are interested or not.
I’m the little girl with the bad front bangs and striped knee high socks from kindergarten who was your first friend. I’m the little girl who was your spelling partner in first grade. I’m the little girl who walked you to the office when you skinned your knee in second grade. I’m the girl who tied your shoes in third grade, because you still couldn’t. I’m the...
“you have freckles on your ears,” i said.
“i’m so glad i know that vital information now,” you replied.
“but you could have gone through your whole life not knowing. you can’t see your own ears.”
“i could have looked in a mirror. or taken a picture.”
“but would you have? would you even have wondered?”
“probably...
I stayed in high school and tried harder because you said you like smart girls.
I don’t have a crush on you anymore.
I’m halfway through a medical degree. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done with my life.
I, really, truly, sincerely thank you.
September 2010
4 posts
i’m afraid that one day you’ll say, “good morning,” and i’ll say, “i love you.”
I don’t know what to do with you when you smile. I just want to hug your face, but. that would seem weird. You make me weird. Which makes me smile.
I wish we lived closer.
And sometimes, when I’m not too busy being angry or strong or even happy for letting you go, I just feel sad. Because I miss you.
August 2010
6 posts
when you’re around you’re the only thing i can see
it’s as if someone Dumbledored all the lights out.
When I meet a girl that I’m interested in, I do a “test” in my head to see if she might have what it takes to be mine and only mine. I call it the “couch test.”
If I can’t see you and me sitting on the couch watching the original SpongeBob SquarePants episodes or The Jungle Book, then you’re not for me.
Yes. I am almost 18 and and loaded with both...
i vote that there should be an official tell your crush day.
it would make things less awkward…
Even if we never see each other again I want you to know that you made me so happy.
I’d like to say I’m sorry. Sorry to all the women out there who have gotten their hearts trampled on. Sorry to the women who feel as though the only way to get men’s attention is to act in ways that are not very you. Sorry to the ones that suffered through the pain of dealing with your cowardly love finding ‘love’ somewhere else. I’m sorry for the way ...
I’ll kinda always have a crush on you.
July 2010
9 posts
I suck at displaying my emotions with you. I do. And I hate it.
So here. (I’ll work on the in person thing.)
You know when you have a really really great dream, and you’re super happy, and then you kinda wake up halfway, and drift back off to sleep, hoping to keep the dream? You know the feeling when you get that awesome dream back immediately and continue with it? Yeah. That...
You cause me serious writers block.
Uncle Sam wants YOU to ask this girl to hang out on Friday night. Do it for you, do it for her, but most importantly, do it for YOUR COUNTRY.
I miss you. And I barely know you.
Oh, how was my day? Actually, it was really awesome. For starters, I woke up dreaming about you and then…and then…and I guess that’s it.
The things I remember about you are starting to feel like a dream.
It’s been that long.
I really, really miss you.
I have found myself a boy who thinks my awkwardness is cute.
I cannot say this has improved my awkwardness whatsoever, in fact… it has doubled it.
I find myself falling, and blushing, and never knowing what to say but that’s okay, because he finds it cute.
I don’t love you; I barely know you. But I’m fascinated by your potential.
I want to find out who you are behind that smile of yours. I want to push away your hand that’s covering your face, and hold it tight. I want to run my fingers through you hair, and see the blush creep onto your face. I want to be there when you spill your feelings, your thoughts, your opinions.
I’m not saying I like you. But then again, I am on this site, writing a “letter...
To the girl at the table near the back of the library -
I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I’d never read anything that moved me that much.
I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too....
June 2010
20 posts
and i must confess that every night when i imagine you by my side, i cannot fall asleep for another hour. too much heaven, too much heaven.
I have seen young people, drunk with possibility, with opportunity, sit restless and anxious, nervously wandering for each other. I have seen the underarm sweat of people late for this, late for that to there for them or who or her, thumping out messages while stooped over cell phones. I have seen cold coffee collect in the bottom of mugs, bequeathed to vacant chairs or empty stares and swell...
The thing is; you have really nice eyes and I really like looking into them. And I also like that you smile so sweet when our eyes meet.
But then I look away. Mostly because I’m afraid of disappointment. I’m scared to break. I’m scared to admit that I’ve not only stumbled - but fallen completely over. For you.
Every time I see you, it blindsides me how gorgeous you are.
Not married. No boyfriend. Not even have a crush.
But I still have love. And so do you.
To whom it may concern,
I want to request something important. Can we please be more than just friends? I want to level-up, you know. As soon as possible.
Sincerely yours, Shy girl.
I can’t breathe around the hope lodged in my chest.
I miss you way too easily. This is ridiculous.
i have never talked to her more than once or twice and never about anything of substance, never made an attempt. as my senior year of high school comes to a close i regret being such a lovesick idiot of a boy and not having the guts to say anything to the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. she’s only a sophomore, but her wit is sharp and she knows what she wants in...
i think we write on here not because we’re too afraid to say it to the person it’s directed to, but rather we just want someone else to listen and understand
One day, we will be unstoppable.
i wish she had x-ray vision so she could see how hard my heart beats when i’m around her.
you know? if i was a boy, i would totally want a girl like me. i don’t know what is wrong with all you.
W, I was certainly in love with you for several years when everything you did was perfect and lovely to me. I’m probably never going to see you again, and I’ve grown to be as content as I can with that fact. However, I feel like in the time that we were friends, I forgot to tell you the most important thing:
No matter how far apart we are, regardless of whether or not we ever...
i wouldn’t be totally opposed to skipping this whole awkward what-do-we-do-now part and getting straight to the part where i lean against you without even thinking about it.
i think facebook knows i’m in love with you.
i think you should know, i would choose you every time.
i wish this were a movie and we saw each other across a room and fell in love and you killed dragons for me and i fought off evil stepmoms for you. i wish i was a disney princess with no doubt about my feelings and you were a disney prince and that this would all end with us kissing in front of a sunset to an oscar winning soundtrack.
but life’s not animated, and we don’t have a...
Being tall must be pretty cool - you can easily grab things off of high shelves at the grocery store and you can probably play basketball pretty well. However, it’s going to make my attempt to kiss you so much harder.
— Short girl
May 2010
30 posts
You wrote that you were lonely.
I said me too…
- from behind my computer screen
1 tag
i’ll tell you what the end of the world will be like.
it will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. absolute chaos. people running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into...
The way you dance in the middle of the hallways, the way you walk into doors, the way drop almost everything you touch, the way you blush all the time, the way you drum on the computer when you hear one of those old rock songs, the way you always say the weirdest things, the way you still think star wars is a cool thing, the way you know everything but still remain so clueless, the way you let...
baby,
I just want to cuddle with you in one of your t-shirts and play video games for hours on end. You game?
— me
SHE KISSED ME.
boy,
you make my cheeks turn to roses every time you look at me. i like it.
— boy
and do you ever lie in bed and wonder what i’m doing?
do you miss me like i’m missing you?
not just tonight, but every minute i can’t hear your heart beat
is another minute i’m wasting without you.
i miss you.