january 15, around 2 PM
Dear love, I’ve been thinking about you ever since we sat together on the bus. January 15, 2020. Been thinking about my 5 minutes with you every single day. Every single day until now. I never stopped thinking about you ever since that day. About you, your hair, your voice. I kinda regret we didn’t talk too much that day. I was too nervous being that close to you. I know I liked you from the first time I saw you. You are something. But, I never knew that it’s getting this much, and this painful. I can only see you through your posts. Yeah, I’ve saved all your pictures already. But sadly i have zero chance to know you better. Not even a day passed without being insecure, whether to start a conversation with you, or even just small things such as follow your second accounts, and probably having a little contact with you, even just you seeing my name again. I am nothing to you, obviously. But you are …… everything to me. Wish I was a boy. I’ll chase you. We’re probably togeth...