Last night, my crush and I are texting. He told me he that he feels down. Me, desperately trying to make him like me back, asked him what's up. He told me stuff. One time I asked him if he's excited about our school fair, he said he is. I asked him why. And he said, "That will be the day that I'm actually gonna ask this girl out!" Of course, I died. How I wish I was that girl. The following days, we're still texting. Of course, I had to pretend like nothing is up.
Last night was the night, when at one point I fell in love. And the next, I stopped. Last night to make him feel better. I told him how attractive he is. How beautiful he is. But I guess that wouldn't change anything.
As I stare right through my room's white ceiling. That moment, I told myself I won't die without him. I could always stare at him. See his glance for quite some time. That moment, I realized that this guy will never ever hold my hands like the way I see it in my dreams.
And in that moment, I knew I had to go.
I've had enough of these childish stuff. I know I have to grow up.
