So Many Things Left Un-Said…
I don’t how to start this. I’m not an amazing writer, I’m just using this as an outlet. If I had the opportunity to tell him how I feel, I imaginge my monologue going a little something like this:
“You know when we talked for hours? To me, it seemed like only minutes, yet the colloquy leaves me wanting more meaningful conversation. I know I’m not even close to anything you deserve. You deserve a perfect girl who will treat you like a king and will always be there for you and comfort you when you need it. I wish I could be that girl.
“Every morning, every night, you consume my thoughts. I know it may seem a bit weird, but it’s not come crazy, irrational possessive thing, it’s just a moment of thought (in all it’s a beautiful brevity). I just daydream about what would happen if I had the balls to tell you all this, daydream of a ‘happily ever after’ (you know, whatever that means). I just can’t keep my mind off you, there’s just something about you, something I can’t quite put my finger on. I can’t seem to find in anyone else.
“I know you probably don’t feel the same, I just wanted to let you know. No matter what anyone says, just know that you’re perfect, and I will always be waiting for you because you’re beyond worth it.”
WHY CAN’T I FUCKING SAY THAT? IT’S ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE, AND I’M SCARED THAT WHEN I TALK TO HIM AGAIN, ALL THIS CRAZY ROMANTIC BULLSHIT WILL JUST START POURING OUT. LIKE SHIT, REALLY?!