I don’t think I want to know.
As requested by , a part two. Thank you from the bottom of my heart 😊
So, I confessed. To the person I like.
Not in the way one would expect. It wasn’t a confession of love; it was a confession of truth.
The person I like is you — so to say.
Formalities aside, I was so glad he was more flustered than I was. I nearly had to go to the hospital because I thought my heart had stopped.
Why on earth did we have to text on Snapchat? You can’t see what they texted in the notifications. I had to give myself a mental pep talk every time before I opened a message. Do you know how many pep talks that is? I could’ve done a TED Talk.
Not to mention, every time you look at the messages, your avatar shows up. I wanted to reminisce over our messages in private. Worst part was his avatar popped up while I was looking — I had to run away like a coward. What else was I supposed to do — Yooo, fancy seeing you here. Doing some reminiscing too, huh?
The thing about him is he’s very straightforward and true to his heart. His response to finding out I like him was — Do you want to go out? You free Tuesday?
No, not for a date. We’re going out for lunch. Why? For what?
I guess we’ll find out on Tuesday.
I actually don’t want to know. Does someone want to go in my stead?
