word.

… it’s horribly cliche but i found myself becoming more attracted to his boyish grin and the way his eyes mock my silly jokes. We bonded over music, over songs that are constantly played on my ipod. That night i fell asleep wondering how fun it would be to go to a concert with him, now, i often think of him when certain songs fill my headphones, and I wonder if he’s listening to the same thing; the walls are pretty thin, and sometimes when i play our mutual favorite song, it’s my way of saying ‘this is for you’.

I’m generally extremely confident and comfortable in my own skin and looks, but with guys i crush on, it never actually turns out the way i hope, and so i’ve found that now, with him, i keep second guessing myself and annoying my friends with the constant insecurities.

Everyone knows, somehow, except for him. But it’s good, because i kind of have a claim to him without him knowing,and i can allow my eyes to linger on his for a few seconds longer than it should for a platonic relationship, I can ask him if he’s feeling better from his cold without looking like an overprotective stalker, and I even allow myself to gush over ‘hot guys’,

guys i would never choose over him if it comes down to it.

I love his smiles, and his sarcastic remarks over my klutziness, I find myself holding my breath when we accidently bump into each other in the hall…

…I’m by no means a stalker, or in love, and in fact, this story probably won’t warm your heart or make you gush like the others, but sometimes, somewhere, not everybody’s falling in love or crying over shattered hearts, they develop crushes that puts them on a slight high, even if it may amount to nothing, it’s thinking about the possibilities, finding songs that match your feelings, writing about it, glorifying it.

Sometimes, for some of us, it’s enough. It’s what we need for now.

I want him to pick up on some kind of clue, I think I won’t be able to do a junior high ‘i kind of like you’ speech, but right now, i’m content with just sending him subtle glances, becoming giddy about the possibilities, and just enjoying the warm, fuzzy feelings I haven’t had in quite a while.

It feels slightly cheesy and seems so un-college, so unsexy or wild, it’s a retro, young kind of crush, and I just realized how much I missed feeling like this.