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....
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