Is that weird that hate it when people say that he likes me?
Cause it’s like this little flame of hope. It becomes bigger and bigger each time they talk about it. And I start to think that it may actually work out.. because he care. And he’s always here. And people talk about it. And people makes me feel like it’s something more. Like I matter.
While in reality, he’s just nice. Nothing more, nothing less.
Posted on Thursday, 4 October
Tagged as: being nice personal love friendship drama depressed what if he actually care? me care