i wish that i had said yes when you drunkenly asked me out on a date. we could have spent the past few months as bf and gf instead of silently longing for each other. i think that we should to go on that date asap and make up for all of the lost time.
I always told myself I was in love with you even though we only knew each other for a year when we were seven. I have the worst memory in the world but you know what I remember most about being seven? Lying under our tables and using backpacks as pillows and talking about anything we could think of because we didn’t take chinese. Plus that time you took the fall even though I was the one talking in the chinese class. You stood at the back of the class for me.
I try to find you but it seems you don’t exist anymore. All I know is your name, which continent you live in and that you’re tall. I wish we were seven again.
can’t sleep cause you haven’t messaged me… it’s your fault, you made me get used to it! i hate it! yet i wonder where you are. i have to stop thinking that you’re on your last dying breath cause we haven’t talked at all this day. i probably should let you know but i wont that i like you too… im not sure though but maybe i do.
I’m sorry that I’m so awkward. I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you and somehow ended up hitting you in the head with my face. I’m sorry that when you ask me questions I’m never listening and I always say: “WHAT??” and you have to repeat yourself. I’m sorry that when you called me amazing, I didn’t know what to say.
Really, you’re amazing as well. I probably actually love you.
Someday, hopefully, you and I will write creepy stalkerish love letters to each other.
all i want to do is thank you. i want to thank you for being so kind, for genuinely wanting to know how i’m doing. i want to thank you for listening, and for smiling at my jokes, even the ones everyone else thinks are cheesy. i want to thank you for going to get me that blanket when it was cold, even though i never asked or said anything. but most of all, i want to thank you for giving me your hand, because when i touched it, i knew that i loved you and that you loved me too.
I’m all out of midnight phone calls and trying to find the perfect color flowers to be sent to your door. I’m out of throwing letters off fire escapes and drawing a cathedral in the sand. I’m out of spray-painting your name on freeway overpasses. I’m low on cute names given between blankets and 2am. I’ve got no dramatic displays of public affection left. And now everyone else I could ever love is going to think I’m boring. Because I used it all up on you.
you call it anxiety separation. you say you have your own bed to sleep in and that you’ll always come back.
i see it a little more like missing you even when you’re right in front of me, and wanting you to sleep in my bed instead, and never getting far enough out of my reach to worry about finding your way back.
you say i’m just a little bit crazy, but maybe i’m just crazy about you.
You are different than all the others. I never thought that there would be a difference, until you became my best friend, and I realized what I had been settling for. I may have to wait for years before we could ever work, and we still never may, but I just want to tell you that you make me feel like I have worth. And that is worth waiting for, just to be able to see myself as worthy even for just a moment. But regardless, you are my best friend, and I laugh the most when I’m with you.
you may not realise it but tomorrow, at 0800 hours i am going to be launching a week-long charm offensive. should you retreat even the slightest inch i will intensify proceedings. should you exhibit signs of resistance then i will dig trenches and prepare for a long winter. wave your white flag and i will kiss you such as to consign the history of romance to sick beds.
i’m hoping one of these normal days i pull up a chair in the library next to a guy and realize “oh hey it’s you” and wonder why you were there but not ask because whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, because i’m happy you’re there and then proceed to sitting down but a little more perky than usual because (again) i’m just really happy you’re there beside me in flesh.
and then realize it’s an interesting day after all.
Stop hiding behind reasons. Stop the excuses. Bring that wall down and away. It’s not fair for him to always be fighting to find a way in. Now it’s time for you to fight to get him in. Making room for someone in your heart is not always such a bad thing. I can not promise you he wont break it, I can not promise you he wont discard it, but I also can not promise you that he will break it, discard it, break you. Remember, the best things in life are hard to get. Remember, you can not always hide behind excuses. Do you want to spend the rest of your life hidden beneath excuses that are meant to avoid your fear?
I’m walking along the school path, thinking to myself about my classes, when I look up to see you heading my way, with your head down. I mentally beg you to look up and see me for once, and not those girls who cling onto you, you walk right by and my heart cries. What’s wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough for you? Do you only like blondes? Am I too fat or not athletic enough? Well, that’s too bad, I’m happy with me. But I can’t help wishing you would look back at me. I like my brown locks and my tennis skills. Maybe you would like me if I talk to you more, but how can I do that with all those other girls around?
Your eyes send me dreaming, your accent makes me skip a beat. How can I be falling for you so quick? When I think of you I feel complete.
Do you even think of me? Do you ever imagine us together? You have your choice of girls so why not me?
I think we would be good together, your the first person I’ve felt this way before with.
I want you to take me on my first date, and share with me my first kiss. I’m not asking for forever, just one date.
What do you say? Am I wishing for a lost cause? Cause baby, I love the way you are.
Writing a letter to a crush is way more difficult than finishing this confusing essay. See, this essay’s going to get done. It will take a while, but it will get done. Telling you how I feel involves words and feelings and things that are probably not even described in the dictionary.
I love you. And I think I could be the one to make you happy.
you know those movies where the girl can’t see the nice good guy because she’s too busy trying to earn the affection of the lamo-sucky-annoying-dumb guy but then she finds out how stupid the guy is and falls in love the nice good guy?
I hope you still remember me from two years ago. You were shy. I’m sorry I rejected you when you asked me to play with you. I regretted it the moment I said no. But you know, I am shy too. You should’ve asked me again and I would’ve said yes. When I saw you leaving, I couldn’t believe it. You waved to me and I tried to smile but I was so shocked that I couldn’t. So I cried. I’m still crying as I write this.
And you will never read this. But I hope you get my telepathic message. Please be there. I will keep coming back. Maybe I won’t be able to be there this year, but perhaps the next year. I will find you.