I fell for her back around Thanksgiving or so. She started talking to me back in March, using the fact that my mom and her aunt are friends as the starter for a conversation. Well I got her number shortly after. We hit it off, I fuck it up by walking away during a conversation she started under the impression it was over. She felt rejected as I later learned from my mom (my mom and her aunt had lunch and talked about us). That was in May.
Well I was to awkward to do anything until June after summer break had already started. Apologized and she told me it was fine but that I should have apologized in person. I sent a happy birthday text last month, she texted the day after asking if we had any classes together. We texted over the next couple days, but I haven't talked to her in a month.
Schools started up and I don't know if she still is interested in me or what and it's crushing me inside.
Well... she is a part of my friend group, but i don't know her very well. Like you know how there is this one person who is friends with a couple of your friends, but you never hung out with them and you don't really consider yourself friends? Yeah, that's her. Her name is Rachel, and she is normally a pretty nice girl, she is gorgeous, and i mean STUNNING. But despite all that, i heard from some mutual friends about a couple of mean things she said about me behind my back... That's why I've been trying hard to get over her, but i still can't get her off my mind.
The strangest thing is though, is that I'm crazy about her, but we have never even had a one on one conversation, and we probably haven't even exchanged 5 words - because i am utterly terrified of talking to her. FML 😞
She's one of my favorite people to be around, although we aren't really ever around each other much anymore since we no longer work together. And that kills me...
But yeah, I just... like her. I can't really explain it. I guess I just like everything about her. I'm doubting she feels the same though. I've known her for over a year and we've been pretty good friends for most of that time...
She was my tattooist for 5 years I would go in and get random bits.. just to try and talk to her We would laugh and joke about weird stuff.. and relate on even more. I like her because she makes me happy just by being her
On the first day of school, in my bio ap class, this girl walked in. She was so gorgeous and I fell in love at the first sight. She always sat in the back row of the class. And I never got a chance to talk to her. She was a senior and I was a junior :(
He's a dick He's a player He loves to make me fall again and again when I'm trying to forget him I fucking hate him because I like him He's going to hell for make me cry this much He's a bitch He's stupid He's talks nonsense He's goofy He's funny He's a nice guy deep inside He's sweet and tender He's so nice to his sister and I love that He's just him... he's my fucking crush (I liked him since I saw him in a party, then I knew I fucked up)
She's my slut I love her <3 (I liked her since elementary school)
He was very smart. A med student. Quiet and reserved but respectful and attentive as well. I think he was family oriented. Listens to music (with earphones) while reading a book. I don't know why, I found that really cute!
He is involved in house work. Helps out his mom, etc. Knows how to cook and what I mean by that is he is very creative with it.
He is nice to me. Definitely caring. He is also really smart. He even has a cute smile. I just love his personality he is so outgoing but actually caring on the inside. Though he has a girlfriend who adores his face. He doesn't seem to into her though. "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see, you belong with me." - You Belong With Me Taylor Swift
P. S. Sorry about this whole thing. Ignore it if you will. 💘😍
I haven't the slightest clue why I like him. I didn't find him attractive and there was nothing charming or funny about him. He was just "okay." But I started working with him, and that did it. Hanging around someone often enough makes you crazy enough to like them.