The guy that I liked and who rejected me three years ago (called me ugly behind my back and critiqued all of my flaws) asked me out.
He said that I had changed and that I had become beautiful.
He was right, I had become more beautiful because I had learned to love myself.
His harsh words helped me grow, helped me accept my flaws and LOVE them because they make me, me!
And let me tell you that words cannot describe the satisfaction I felt when I told him to fuck off.
So this letter is written for me, because I AM my own crush.
i feel so frustrated. my liking you is such a heavy burden on my shoulders. i feel like im screaming your name at the top of my lungs and you can't hear me.
You want to be with me.
You. Want to be with me.
I gotta say, I like that idea. Things are tough for both of us right now so it's a little scary, I'll admit.
But I feel like as long as we have each other's backs, we'll make it.
This is crazy.
I encourage everyone who has a super friendly super nice crush to just tell them. It'll feel like ur heart has lost a few pounds.
I couldn't find my paperwork and got flustered and emotional like I do when I lose something.
When I finally found it, I smiled big at you and said, "you're welcome for bringing all of this into your life."
You looked at me and said, "it's been one of the best parts of my life."
And then you broke my heart.
I think you broke yours, too.
I wish I could save you.
I keep having to remind myself:
It's okay to be weird. It's okay to be your lame self, don't try to be something you're not. Because you have to know if he'll like you for you.