1122.) I like him. I like him more than any other person in the world. I’ve never met him, but when we talk, it’s the only thing that feels right. He’s absolutely amazing, everything about him makes me smile. But he likes someone else, someone better. And he doesn’t know this, but everytime he talks about her, I cry. It hurts so much to be doing this, liking him. I don’t know why I’m doing this. But maybe one day he’ll realize what he’s doing to me. She doesn’t even like him back. She doesn’t deserve him. I do.
