I told him I liked him. I really wanted to call him to talk about it, or to say it in person, but I turned into a desperate chicken and texted him. He was confused and he found it funny. Crushes do as the name implies, they crush. Crush. Crush. Swoon. That’s how things have summed up for me; only it’s not me fainting, it’s the emotional part of my brain. Unrequited love, my butt! Long sappy crush letter, my butt. I ended up down-sizing myself. I told him to forget it. I told him what I expected, a brush off. I told him I wanted it to be over. All of that is partially true, but my heart wishes otherwise. However, now that I have told him, I hope that with time my heart will strengthen and advance. I hope I can find a good distraction. To be honest, it hurts a tid bit even…

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