i just want to breathe until i take you in.
Is it weird that I miss the feeling of liking someone?
Because I do.
Terribly.
I just miss waking up and thinking, "omg, I might see him today!". Or arriving in school and wondering if he's here, and during assembly you frantically search for the back of his head in his class' line whilst trying to play it casual. Or that moment when you unexpectedly bump into him and you have to look away because you know that if you do look at him you're bound to either melt, keep staring or babble about something incoherent.
And believe it or not, I miss the frustration that comes with liking someone. I don't know. I guess I just miss the thrill of it all, even though I know the chances of my feelings being reciprocated range from slim to none. Pretending is always fun, even if it's what sends me to a sulking mess.
I guess that's why I go to there often. Because it's where he, the last boy I liked, is. And what I'm chasing is not actually him, but, instead, the feelings I felt when I liked him. Of course, I probably still like him more than I think I do but I'm not as eager I guess. I just like seeing him because seeing him reminds me of the thrill.
This has been a post.
Because I do.
Terribly.
I just miss waking up and thinking, "omg, I might see him today!". Or arriving in school and wondering if he's here, and during assembly you frantically search for the back of his head in his class' line whilst trying to play it casual. Or that moment when you unexpectedly bump into him and you have to look away because you know that if you do look at him you're bound to either melt, keep staring or babble about something incoherent.
And believe it or not, I miss the frustration that comes with liking someone. I don't know. I guess I just miss the thrill of it all, even though I know the chances of my feelings being reciprocated range from slim to none. Pretending is always fun, even if it's what sends me to a sulking mess.
I guess that's why I go to there often. Because it's where he, the last boy I liked, is. And what I'm chasing is not actually him, but, instead, the feelings I felt when I liked him. Of course, I probably still like him more than I think I do but I'm not as eager I guess. I just like seeing him because seeing him reminds me of the thrill.
This has been a post.