Hello Hello Much Love!
I remember this was how it felt when I first confessed my feelings to a friend. It ended up crushingly bad so I wrote about it and then a couple of years after I re-wrote it. I don't know if I ever posted this here, but I figured I should share it in-case anyone has ever had a major crush on a friend and didn't know if they should share their feelings.
I remember this was how it felt when I first confessed my feelings to a friend. It ended up crushingly bad so I wrote about it and then a couple of years after I re-wrote it. I don't know if I ever posted this here, but I figured I should share it in-case anyone has ever had a major crush on a friend and didn't know if they should share their feelings.
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Even If You'll Hate Me
Why did you first talk to me? Someone as beautiful as you, it made no sense why you would even look at me. To be honest I was a little jealous of you at first. I didn’t know who you were so you seemed so perfect and flawless. I thought the person before me was surely graced by heaven. Yet you still let me talk to you and spend time with you.
As time went on I came to see that you weren’t as perfect as I first thought. You were easily excited by the smallest things and even had a terrible addiction to fast-food. You were lazy and at times I could say even a little selfish. Yet it made me so happy to see that we weren’t worlds apart and I cherished every second we were able to spend together.
We ended up fighting a lot though, and sometimes we’d even scream at each other, but we could make up easily. At the end of the day we turned out to be friends and I think that’s when I realized that being with you was the greatest thing to happen in my life. There was something missing though, it seemed like the closer we were the further away my heart was from yours. I didn’t know what to do, but the more I thought of it I came to realize that I wanted more of you.
I realized that I wanted more than to be your friend; I wanted more than to just stand next to you and talk with you. I dreamed of it, holding your hand, pressing out lips together, touching your tender flesh. Maybe I’m weird, maybe I’m strange, maybe you'll even call it gross, but if you had these urges for me I certainly wouldn't think it's wrong. Though, that's just wishful thinking I guess.
I’ve never been the person who liked to jump out onto the stage. The lights would be too hot, I'd get nervous with the crowd watching me, and my knees would grow weak from standing. But still I don’t want to let my feelings for you pass by any longer. So now even if you don’t want to ever see me again, I’ve decided what I’ll do.
Even if you'll hate me, I need to let you know I love you.
Even If You'll Hate Me
Why did you first talk to me? Someone as beautiful as you, it made no sense why you would even look at me. To be honest I was a little jealous of you at first. I didn’t know who you were so you seemed so perfect and flawless. I thought the person before me was surely graced by heaven. Yet you still let me talk to you and spend time with you.
As time went on I came to see that you weren’t as perfect as I first thought. You were easily excited by the smallest things and even had a terrible addiction to fast-food. You were lazy and at times I could say even a little selfish. Yet it made me so happy to see that we weren’t worlds apart and I cherished every second we were able to spend together.
We ended up fighting a lot though, and sometimes we’d even scream at each other, but we could make up easily. At the end of the day we turned out to be friends and I think that’s when I realized that being with you was the greatest thing to happen in my life. There was something missing though, it seemed like the closer we were the further away my heart was from yours. I didn’t know what to do, but the more I thought of it I came to realize that I wanted more of you.
I realized that I wanted more than to be your friend; I wanted more than to just stand next to you and talk with you. I dreamed of it, holding your hand, pressing out lips together, touching your tender flesh. Maybe I’m weird, maybe I’m strange, maybe you'll even call it gross, but if you had these urges for me I certainly wouldn't think it's wrong. Though, that's just wishful thinking I guess.
I’ve never been the person who liked to jump out onto the stage. The lights would be too hot, I'd get nervous with the crowd watching me, and my knees would grow weak from standing. But still I don’t want to let my feelings for you pass by any longer. So now even if you don’t want to ever see me again, I’ve decided what I’ll do.
Even if you'll hate me, I need to let you know I love you.
