I wonder if I should just stop trying.
Of course, he's so shy he'd never tell me if he likes me at all, or how I looked in my creamy flowered dress, or if I'm just a nuisance to his work.
So many questions and not an answer to be found.
Maybe he's just waiting until college because he(or his parents) thinks it unwise to make high school attachments when they'll be dashed away in the end. I don't know what to think.
Maybe I'll never know.
With my luck, I'll die a virgin, living alone in some suburban dorm. As much as I like the serenity of silence, I can't live without someone to live for. I'd have no reason to be.
Maybe he's not the one after all. Maybe I can't have a fairy tale. Maybe my expectations are too much to ask.
Maybe my female hormones are making me dilusional.
I don't even..
No comments:
Post a Comment