So yah I like him but that’s just it. I hope. Damn it! Why does he have to be cool? like my type of cool. And he has to be cute! Great!
I spend my day thinking of him. I wait for his text that doesn’t arrive. I am slowly losing my mind. Then I decided to stop waiting. Screw him! He’s just my friend anyway. Who am I demanding for his time? I’m nobody. So I put down my phone, log-out my Facebook and watch TV or shows on the net.
I check my phone every few minutes. A habit I inhibited over the years. My phone is like an extension of my life. A security blanket perhaps. Addicted? Probably. As you can see, or read, I do not have a life. So I checked my phone and what do I see? A frickn text message from him!
Do men have a radar in their system? Because they seem to know the right time to send a girl a bloody text message when she’s about to give up. This doesn’t happen rarely. It happens often. More often that it drives me insane! And because I act like an awestruck high school girl, I frckin reply!
His words doesn’t help either. He said things like, “That’s what I love about you! :P” Kuya pleeeeaaase! You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
I wish for it to stop. I wish for it not to stop. I enjoy his company so much that I would be glad if we can stay friends. Even if it’s just friends.