You

I’ll admit you weren’t my type...like at all

The only thing we have in common is this show we both watch

In the time that I knew you we probably talked to each other like five times

Only talking for about three minutes about what happened in the newest episode of that show

I don’t even know when I started liking you

One day I just caught myself staring thinking

“ wow, he’s so cute and hot and perfect”

It’s summer now so I can’t see you

It sucks

At least for me

I constantly think back to what you told me

Wondering if it was out of pity or just you being thoughtful of my feelings towards you

I guess i’ll never know, because i’m too afraid to ask

I know there might be a chance you have feelings for me, but I really doubt it

You probably have feelings for someone pretty

So pretty that most of the guys want her

Someone smart, sociable, stable, and reliable

Someone who is the complete opposite of me

A sad isolated mess

A anti-social nobody

So I will write this to you

Hiding behind words, I hope you read

Hoping you don’t know who wrote them...

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