B,
I don’t know what to do. Everyone’s telling me we would look cute together. They’re telling me to go for it and spill out my feelings for you. But how am I supposed to do that when you’re so unapproachable? You have that untouchable aura, maybe even a wall surrounding you. I can’t get across it.
Maybe one day you’ll build a door and leave it open. So I can confess.
— K
S,
you confuse me more than differential equations. you send the most random, mixed signals ever and it frustrates me more than traffic in the city on the night of an orioles game, but i can never keep my mind off of you. your smile, your smell, your laugh, your eyes, the way our bodies fit together perfectly for the best hugs ever. it’s been over three years since i started feeling this way and trying to make you see it. when will you realize that we’d be good for each other?
— M
M,
What’s Spongebob without Patrick? What’s Piglet without Pooh? What’s me without you?
— J
boy,
My hands feel empty without someone holding them. Care to help me out?
— girl
Boy,
You have no idea… but your eyes give me butterflies.
— Girl
Awkward boy,
Wanna be awkward, together?
— Awkward girl
rybread,
i like you. i want to carve our initials into a heart in a tree & go skinny dipping with you. i want bonfires with you, and cold nights, and snowball fights in front of everyone. i want to wear your jacket because it makes me proud to be your girl… pretty much, i’m crazy about you.
— kendrabbit
red-haired boy in the supermarket,
you’re my favorite. i like that you stock the milk aisle. i like that you look at me a little when i pretend to deliberate between 2% and skimmed.
i like your hands. i sometimes pretend we’re married. and i kiss you when you’re off to work, to stock the milk.
alright.
— green-eyed girl in the supermarket
you,
why is it that whenever you’re around i end up doing the most embarrassing thing possible? i can’t think when i’m around you.
— awkward girl.
a,
i hate to say it but my brain is a poetry organ, my heart an ever-reaching muscle, and you are a beautiful girl forever in a sunday dress.
— anonymous
s.,
i have a million things i’ve planned in my head that i wanna say to you.
but whenever i see you, i can hardly do anything but smile.
when you smile back at me, i wonder what your million things could be.
— s.
Broken and Crushed Boy,
I’m here to fix you.
— Fixer Girl
geek,
you said something about protons and atoms and I spaced out, thinking that everyone else was wrong when they said you weren’t cute. you’re adorable.
you like chemistry? want to see if it likes us?
— bimbo
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geek,
you just commented on my facebook status and now i have happy butterflies and tummy flips.
— bimbo
ger,
I can’t help wondering if you look at me as just a girl or that special girl. I puzzle every moment your hand brushes mine if you feel the shock that surprises me yet is oh so sweet.
I can’t help thinking whether you look up every time my name is called just like I treat yours as mine too. I want to find out if you feel what I’m feeling. ‘Cause if you don’t, then you’re missing a whole lot because I’ve never felt like it before: sweet, dangerous, giddy, heart-pounding, spicy, subtle, intense, loud, quiet, colorful, depressing, brightening, smile-inducing, laughable, eye-opening, overly dramatic, exaggerated, yet still simple. That’s love to you, my dear-the only thing that makes sense in this world.
Don’t worry, I won’t let you wonder anymore. Be my pleasure; love me and you’ll see how amazing life can be with just love to think about. My arms are open. They’ve been open for a while now - waiting for you.
— mia
g,
My flatmates tell me that I have a ridiculously goofy-happy expression when I’m talking to you online.
— s
goodbye,
Q: is it my fault I love you?
A: NO
— hello
boy,
97% of my smiles for the day occur around you.
— girl
Reckless Boy,
I have your missing pistols. Want them? Let’s go out first. Is that all right?
— Clumsy Girl
boy,
Sometimes I pretend that I can’t hear you, so that you have to repeat yourself. I like the sound of your voice.
Sometimes I pretend I didn’t see you pass by me and wave, so you have to walk back and try again. I like the sight of your face.
Sometimes I pretend I don’t know that it’s you standing behind me, covering my eyes, so that you have to stay close a little while longer.
— girl
Cynic,
Cheer up. I bet you would look so cute with a smile on your face.
— Optimist
