Dear... Anybody
I’ll come here to let out everything that has me dying until now.
This letter is the second one of today, and it’s about the guy I like.
I’m happy when he’s happy. I smile when he smiles because of something cute. I like him to tell me anything. I like to listen to his shitty music, just because those are his tastes. I like him to borrow me his jacket because it smells like him and it’s always so comfy and warm. I like to touch his hair because it’s so soft. I like his profile, with that cute nose and those eyes.
I feel bad when he tells me I’m stupid because of my shitty jokes. I hate when he flirts with my friend, who already has a bf. I hate when he mentions the name of his crush. I hate when people pair him with another girl that might be interested in him. I hate to remember that he kisses girls in parties and drinks a lot. I hate when he tells me about how his parents don’t take care of him as if it was normal, because it makes me sad and I feel that deep inside he feels sad.
I’d give a lot of things for him. I’d be in a dream if he told me that he likes me.
I also remember that I already confessed to him and he told me we should stay as friends because he’s not even a good option for me; I feel as if he said it with a pity tone, like taking care of me? As if I wasn’t prepared enough to be with someone like him, and pity as if he didn’t like me because of my looks, because he doesn’t know me that much personally.
I miss him sometimes and think about him, even though he’s an asshole.
I want to hug him tightly and smell his cologne on my clothes.
I don’t even want a kiss, I just want to deserve his love and loyalty.
I just want him to be with me.
I just want him to take me seriously and accept that I care for him.
I just want him to realize how much love I can give and how happy I could make him feel, if he needs it.