the idea of a crush is played out to be so romantic. you and them will date, be high school sweethearts, get married, have kids, grow old together. you know, the notebook type stuff.
right now, writing these words out makes me realize how much of a lie that it is.
i’m not pretty, stunning, beautiful, just decent. i’m nothing special, out of the ordinary. just me. there’s better people to be with, to like, to fantasize about. i’m not that person.
which is exactly why i believe people who have someone liking them, be it one, eight, anyone and everyone in the world, i advise you to appreciate it.
cause some of us, yeah. the unlucky ones. we have no one.
-love (sadly, your crush)