OK, here's what I know.
You value me as a friend. You think of me as a best friend and you feel like you can trust me more than you can trust any other friend. This is because you told me this, so. . . that's good.
I know that you like to hang out with me, and although this is speculation, I believe it's true.
Here's what I don't know.
I don't know if you think I'm beautiful. Because, let's be honest, looks do count. And in your eyes, I could just be fairly attractive, or... pretty. But not beautiful. And I want you to think of me as beautiful. . .
I don't know if you think me as much as I think of you. I wonder, how many times a day, or a week, do you think: Hey, I wonder what Lizzie is up to? Or do I only run across your mind when you need a book back or when you see my name on a chat list.
I don't know if you love me. Not, romantically, but, as a friend. Because I definitely love you. But you have never told me that you loved me. Ever.
I don't know if you think of me romantically. And this is the big one. . . I mean, when you're alone, watching some action movie and there's the big kiss out of nowhere, do you ever think of me? Or that other chick? Hmm. I bet it's her.
So, if I were to ask you if you liked me romantically, there could be two outcomes:
1) You'd say yes. And we might start dating, even though we'd never get to see each other since we go to different schools and it could ruin our relationship.
or
2) You'd say no. My heart would hurt. And it would be awkward between us. 'Cause you'd probably wonder why I even asked, and you'd come to the conclusion that I like you. Which, is, unfortunately true. And my life would be fucked. And I'd miss you.
Like, right now. You're probably about to fall into sleep. And I'm going to go up to my bedroom and listen to Taylor Swift and think of you. And it's going to suck. . .
So here's my plan. I date someone else. You date someone else. If we're meant to be together, then it'll happen. If not, then fuck it all. Friends. We can be friends.
I hope.
You value me as a friend. You think of me as a best friend and you feel like you can trust me more than you can trust any other friend. This is because you told me this, so. . . that's good.
I know that you like to hang out with me, and although this is speculation, I believe it's true.
Here's what I don't know.
I don't know if you think I'm beautiful. Because, let's be honest, looks do count. And in your eyes, I could just be fairly attractive, or... pretty. But not beautiful. And I want you to think of me as beautiful. . .
I don't know if you think me as much as I think of you. I wonder, how many times a day, or a week, do you think: Hey, I wonder what Lizzie is up to? Or do I only run across your mind when you need a book back or when you see my name on a chat list.
I don't know if you love me. Not, romantically, but, as a friend. Because I definitely love you. But you have never told me that you loved me. Ever.
I don't know if you think of me romantically. And this is the big one. . . I mean, when you're alone, watching some action movie and there's the big kiss out of nowhere, do you ever think of me? Or that other chick? Hmm. I bet it's her.
So, if I were to ask you if you liked me romantically, there could be two outcomes:
1) You'd say yes. And we might start dating, even though we'd never get to see each other since we go to different schools and it could ruin our relationship.
or
2) You'd say no. My heart would hurt. And it would be awkward between us. 'Cause you'd probably wonder why I even asked, and you'd come to the conclusion that I like you. Which, is, unfortunately true. And my life would be fucked. And I'd miss you.
Like, right now. You're probably about to fall into sleep. And I'm going to go up to my bedroom and listen to Taylor Swift and think of you. And it's going to suck. . .
So here's my plan. I date someone else. You date someone else. If we're meant to be together, then it'll happen. If not, then fuck it all. Friends. We can be friends.
I hope.