Hello, peoples! I was going to update yesterday, but I wrote the whole thing out, and forgot to put a title, so it deleted the whole thing. Oops. Anyway, people say that if you write out your feelings, it will make you feel better. Lets try it! This is a 100% true story that comes from the heart.
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There he is. So radiant, so amazing. We are so similar, yet so different. We're like sí and yes, so similar but different. He tells his dirty jokes; I tell my little kid ones. He shares dirty references, I share my puns. Similar and different in a twisted way. He's a Ravenclaw; I'm a Griffindor. We both adore Harry Potter. He is yellow and I am purple; we compliment eachother. We walk to and from class together, and we talk at lunch. He's usualy alone. I don't mind. It just makes it easier to aproach him. I always hang out with my friends. He seems to always chill in a place by my group, where he knows I will see him. But I have learned from past mistakes. I will NOT go up to him and tell him that I like him. If he likes me, he will come up to me. If not, why make it awkward with my ignornce? If I want to keep talking to him, I will not tell him. I will let him breathe. But it's a five day weekend. Not a night will pass where I don't think of his crazy hair, his beautiful smile. I don't know his last name. Heck, I can't even remember the color of his eyes. But there is time to learn. I will not let awkwardness consume us this time. I will not tell him. He will have to tell me. For the guy I like is so similar to me, yet so different. I am the girl. The guy and the Girl. The Girl and the Guy.
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Ok, it's fine if you don't like this. I just had to get it off my chest. Thank you to the people who read this. Comment if you, girl or guy, have ever felt this way! Bye!
-Rainbow