Every once in a while, I turn into a hopeless romantic again. I start singing to myself and gazing dreamily and asking what if question:
What if he knew how I really felt?
What if he felt the same way too?
You know how it goes.
But then reality kicks in. He never tells me how he feels, if he feels nothing. And when I feel like things may be happening between us, things go back to normal. but they don't, because how can i be just friends with someone who I'm asking what is about?
I'm tired of hiding how I feel. I'm tired of having to put on this facade, that everything is just fine.
But what am I supposed to do, be brave? Take a chance, risk my pride and already low popular high school stays just so i can finally answer a few what if questions?
Nobdy is brave anymore. We all hide in our causal relationships and subliminal messages on Facebook.
We all wish to fall in lot, bit when it seems as if we're on the verge of it, we run away and hide again.
i know i do. those what i questions i wish to answer badly about him may never be answered, and knowing me, just like everyone else, I'll always wonder, even if i never admit it.
