I think there are people that help you become the person that you end up being, and you can be grateful for them even if they were never meant to be in your life forever.
If you want to get your crush’s attention, try and really figure out what they are putting out in the world. Usually, whatever they are putting out in the world is what they need from others.
If they enjoy heated discussions or debates, they probably desire someone they can have a mental connection with. Ask them what they think about a certain subject and give them the chance to engage with you over some topic that matters to them.
If they spend most of their time caring for others, they might be longing for someone to care for them. Do something kind for them like buy their favorite drink out of the vending machine and tell them the machine gave you the wrong one but you noticed them drinking it before. That also lets them know in a subtle way that you pay attention to them.
If they are always trying to make sure people are comfortable they probably need someone else to make them comfortable. How are they comforting others? Do that for them. You’d be surprised at how easy it might be to talk to them once they feel comfortable with you.
If they enjoy humor, send memes.
If they love music, share a favorite song.
If they check up on people, check up on them.
If they volunteer, see how you can help.
Recognize what they do and who they are.
Get to know them. You don’t have to approach them and confess your undying love. That looks a little selfish anyway if you haven’t even taken the time to really know them. Know them as a person and a friend and let them know you see them and they matter. You may get to know them and realize they aren’t really your cup of tea. You may discover you really connect and relate to them. Take the pressure off and just try to be a friend. If they reject friendship, even casual friendship, they aren’t really your person anyhow.
We don't talk anymore because we can't talk in person, and I miss talking to you. I miss your quiet voice saying things that matter, and little details that could have been left unsaid, I'm glad they weren't though. I miss your awkward smile when I stutter and stumble over my words, I hope it wasn't obvious that it was because I was talking to you. I'm tired of initiating our conversations, but I am also tired of waiting. I want to know what you are feeling... how are you doing? Do you like me or is it all in my head?
you noticed me. your voice... it just... gets to me.
it’s weird that you noticed me because I never would’ve guessed that from someone like you
but then you learned my name— quickly. And the other pieces fell into perspective
that’s... not a usual one.
you’re a gem. an absolute treasure. the best find.
your heart seems light and pure. full of life and contentment. a joyful place to be.
do you still want to chat? say hello?
you make me a little bashful.
you’re a different, aren’t you?
you’re sanctified. set apart. it shows all over.
you’re bashful with a sense of humor hiding underneath, I think
you have a lot of life ahead of you
the nervousness in your voice.... it takes a lot to stand up and speak, doesn't it?
your voice. it’s sweet.
your eyes sparkle, too
I used to count the days I would see you. I lost count
but the amount of times you’ve spoken to me?
four. It’s four.
as time passes, it only gets more interesting.
why has life played out like this?
It is, I suppose, a bit unfair that I want someone willing to do the digging, to see beyond the bland exterior that strangers see when they look at me.
It is wrong to expect someone to turn their interior telescope to see the hidden layers beneath. To take their pickaxes to the layers of mistrust and brush away the minute granules of deflection that I can put up.
To sit beside all of my broken pits and pieces during the long nights with gentle patience, until I'm ready to bring forth and show a little more of myself.
To piece together the meaning behind the puzzle of my sometimes confusing and cryptic phrases as I try to put words to my feelings that are like sculptures, paintings, colors,architectures, 3D images complete with music that even the potent magic of words fail to appropriately capture.
To see, to appreciate, To feel and to love me.
But alas, the work, the patient digging, brushing, and waiting to earn my trust is more than it would be fair to ask anyone to do.
I know this. I feel this to the core of my bone and my being.
And yet, I still wish that someone with kind eyes and a gentle soul,
would at least want to try.
I have been thinking about how I could possibly tell you how much you mean to me. Hopefully I'm not distracting you from anything!
I can be charming with everyone except for the person I actually like, then I turn into an awkward idiit that forgets how to communicate.