Dear Boy....
Dear Boy...
I'll absolutely die if you read this and know it's about you. I mean, I never even told anyone, let alone you. Did you know you caught my eye almost a year ago? Well, you did. I'm not sure how, but you did. You've been on my mind ever since. Your blue eyes are like a weakness to me. You've got a smile that could make anyone's day. Truth? I'm just attracted to you in general. You've got rugged good-looks that just make me want to smile.
Do you remember that first time we hung out? The movie was hilarious, but then the bowling alley was full because of some league. We ended up watching TV half the night. For a while we were watching the music awards. Was it the CMA's or the ACM's? I can't remember. There's no telling what we watched after those went off. My mind was more on you than the TV. I dunno... Things were kinda awkward that night. At one point, you seemed interested, but by the end of the night, you were giving off a strong "friends only" vibe. I wanted to give you a good-night hug, but I was too scared to actually do it. Should I have anyway?
What about that other time we hung out? I made us dinner. Do you remember? You were sceptical about my cooking abilities. At least, you teased like you were. Maybe you were just playing. You said it was amazing though. I was proud. I'd impressed you, and I couldn't help but smile on the inside. Can I have a chance to do that again? Make us dinner, that is. That night, I'd brought a movie over. We sat there watching it. I was so nervous. I was basically curled up into a ball at end of the couch. You touched me at one point. Well, barely brushed me was more like it. I doubt you even meant to do it; you probably didn't even notice. I'm glad it was dark, because my face turned beet red when it happened. I pulled myself into an even tighter ball so I wasn't touching you anymore. Why'd I do that? Why couldn't I just relax into it? Who knows, something might have happened if I had. I doubt it, but it might have. Is it bad if I admit what I really wanted to do that night was sit there cuddled next to you, with my head on your shoulder?
I'm not stupid. I barely register on your radar. Sure, you know who I am, but that's about it. I'm sure you hardly even consider me a friend, much less as having the potential for anything else. I'm just a silly girl with a silly crush. I know that. I'm okay with that. I'm happy where I'm at. I don't need you. But, if you read this and you know it's you... And if you remember everything like I do... Does that mean I'm wrong? Oh, who am I kidding? You won't remember. If you know this is about you though, and I'm not as oblivious as I think, would you be kind enough to tell me I actually stand a chance? It's not like I'm expecting one or anything, but hey, a girl can dream, right?
Signed,
The Girl
***Note: This isn't real. Just a writing exercise I was doing. I thought it was cute though, so I thought I'd share it. Hope you enjoyed it!***
I'll absolutely die if you read this and know it's about you. I mean, I never even told anyone, let alone you. Did you know you caught my eye almost a year ago? Well, you did. I'm not sure how, but you did. You've been on my mind ever since. Your blue eyes are like a weakness to me. You've got a smile that could make anyone's day. Truth? I'm just attracted to you in general. You've got rugged good-looks that just make me want to smile.
Do you remember that first time we hung out? The movie was hilarious, but then the bowling alley was full because of some league. We ended up watching TV half the night. For a while we were watching the music awards. Was it the CMA's or the ACM's? I can't remember. There's no telling what we watched after those went off. My mind was more on you than the TV. I dunno... Things were kinda awkward that night. At one point, you seemed interested, but by the end of the night, you were giving off a strong "friends only" vibe. I wanted to give you a good-night hug, but I was too scared to actually do it. Should I have anyway?
What about that other time we hung out? I made us dinner. Do you remember? You were sceptical about my cooking abilities. At least, you teased like you were. Maybe you were just playing. You said it was amazing though. I was proud. I'd impressed you, and I couldn't help but smile on the inside. Can I have a chance to do that again? Make us dinner, that is. That night, I'd brought a movie over. We sat there watching it. I was so nervous. I was basically curled up into a ball at end of the couch. You touched me at one point. Well, barely brushed me was more like it. I doubt you even meant to do it; you probably didn't even notice. I'm glad it was dark, because my face turned beet red when it happened. I pulled myself into an even tighter ball so I wasn't touching you anymore. Why'd I do that? Why couldn't I just relax into it? Who knows, something might have happened if I had. I doubt it, but it might have. Is it bad if I admit what I really wanted to do that night was sit there cuddled next to you, with my head on your shoulder?
I'm not stupid. I barely register on your radar. Sure, you know who I am, but that's about it. I'm sure you hardly even consider me a friend, much less as having the potential for anything else. I'm just a silly girl with a silly crush. I know that. I'm okay with that. I'm happy where I'm at. I don't need you. But, if you read this and you know it's you... And if you remember everything like I do... Does that mean I'm wrong? Oh, who am I kidding? You won't remember. If you know this is about you though, and I'm not as oblivious as I think, would you be kind enough to tell me I actually stand a chance? It's not like I'm expecting one or anything, but hey, a girl can dream, right?
Signed,
The Girl
***Note: This isn't real. Just a writing exercise I was doing. I thought it was cute though, so I thought I'd share it. Hope you enjoyed it!***