One that I love, but he loves me more.
One that I talk too, but he talks first.
One that I can be myself around.
One that I can make laugh, but he makes me laugh more.
One problem.
I’ve never had a proper conversation with him.
Each time we walk past each other in the corridor my body freezes and I force myself to relax as he gives me his beautiful smile and greets me like good friends, I give him a smile and return the greeting.
Then nothing.
We text.
We Fb chat.
We inbox.
LORD, GIVE ME CONFIDENCE!
WHY WON’T YOU TREAT ME LIKE YOU DO EVERY OTHER GIRL?
I know this guy, who seems to be really into me.
The more I get to know him, the more I seem to like him.
But is it pity?
Is it because he had a rough childhood?
Is it because he always wears black and is so insecure about himself?
I don’t know.
I wish I did.
Anyway, today, me and a friend went into town with him and bought him a new wardrobe, this will hopefully give him some confidence and make him look better. Because behind his shadowy character, he could really be something; he could be someone.
“I wish there was more I could do.”
