To the friend I think I love, You told me your whole life story on one of the first days I met you. I was the new girl and I love an hour away. I made “friends” and you were one of them. After learning more about me you seemed embarrassed to be my friend but you were still always there for me. You cheered me up and even flirted with me. I think I like you. You are usually the one to initiate things but I’m always the one it’s blamed on if people see/hear about it. You have weeks where you call me 24/7 but then the next I’m invisible. I think I love you. But i know you don’t and I don’t know what to do.
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