I’m pretty sure that you know I like you, and that you like me back. You’re my best friend, too. That’s the part that bothers me. I try, really, to get you to realize that I like you. But you have your way of changing the subject… Please stop.

Love, Me.

We have known eachother since we were 1 years old. I have developed feelings for you before, I think we both know we both have done that for each other. I was afraid that our time in London ruined our friendship but I can see that it hasn’t. Though, I do not know if it ruined your chances to fall for me again? I think it did. I’m terrified it did. 

Because I love you. You childish, annoying, cute, gorgeous, wonderful boy. I am head over heels for you, but I don’t know how to tell you, or if I can tell you. Maybe I love you too much not to tell you, I don’t know. All I know is that you are the most amazing boy I’ve ever met & I love you.

love me.

I’m sorry I didn’t get back up to Maine in time to see you. I really would have liked to see where we could have gone, even just for a moment. You will forever be “my 23 year old” and I’ll never be able to hear one of your songs without laughing at us. I hope you look me up if you ever come to Boston, just for the hell of it.

Love, Me

Bloody hell, I don’t know how you ever thought I hated you. I mean, I guess it must have been because I was sorta staying away from you, but nothing could be further from the truth. It’s just that we’ve got chemistry like wowww and temptation is al lot easier to resist from a distance. Because, it’s like you just flip this invisible switch once you’re within arm’s length… I don’t feel it when we’re apart, and I wish I didn’t feel it at all. I know we’re awful for each other. If we weren’t both so selfish it wouldn’t even matter.

Love,

Me

I thought it would be completely impossible to fathom not being with one of you. One of you was my first love & the other one of you is my best friend, who is taken, & who could’ve potentially been my everything. However, I have learned that there are plenty of fish in the sea & I’m not trippin’ over a guppy & I’m not going after a fish that’s been caught. I am in love with me. I am in love with the idea of falling in love with someone who is not one of you boys. I am in love with moving on. I am no longer in love with you boys. & I hope you understand that. I am in love with being this hopeful & happy.

Love, L

Im still in love with you, and everyday I look out my front window hoping to see standing there to ask me to be yours once again. I fear this day will never come but somewhere in my heart it says that it will come one day you just have to be patient. I gave you my all and I dont regret a second of it. I do believe that you are the one for me, my one and true soul mate, I can still see a future for us can you? You say you love another but do you really? Is that why you still talk to me? Is that why you say you still love me one day and the next say that you dont? Are you confused? Cause I am. Fuck everyone and lets just live for oursleves and be happy together.

Love you always and forever,

The one that wants to grow old with you.

Why can’t you just go on and act like the single man that you are? Why are you still affected by your ex girlfriend which is by the way one of my closest bitches and is really trying to move on? Why can’t you act free? Gosh. By the way, you might be wondering why I’m sending you senseless text messages. I just want to say that I like you. But I can’t because you’re crazy and your my friend’s guy. Which means I have to back off.

You aren’t hers anymore,

Me.

I have a feeling you’re the one asking me questions on formspring about my ex, which is ironically enough, you. I also have a feeling that you’re trying to break me like you did this time last year. Well guess what? It ain’t happening. I’ve found love, I’ve moved on, and I’m getting married. So stop trying, because you’re failing.

Not so much love from, 

Me (:

The boy I’ve loved since I was 14 years old proposed to me on my 20th birthday. And I can’t tell anyone! But worst of all, I don’t know if I can say yes. As much as he’s everything I want, I don’t know if he can be everything I need.

Love, Me.