Please.

It’s funny how what I meant to say was “I think I love you, your eyes are magnificent, I can’t even put into words how they amaze me. The way the seem to take whatever colour is around them and magnify it. I love that red flannel you’re wearing, it makes your eyes seem almost red. Your hair is somehow a cascade of brown and black, a beautiful mixture that seems nearly impossible, and I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. Inside and out. You make me laugh more genuinely than anyone else, any time spent with you feels like the best moment of my life and if there’s one person in the whole world I’ve ever trusted, its you. There is literally nothing about you I don’t love.” But it came out as something I might regret for my entire life.

Mollie is just the realiest nigga right now

It hurts so much to be your friend but it would hurt so much not to be. So now I’m here, tumblin away. And later Katie will see this and show it to you, and you’ll ignore it and we’ll act like everythings fine, when in reality its not. This sucks. I value you as a friend a lot, but I can’t look at you and think that’s all I want you to be. And that’s not fair to you, or me. So I guess it would be good of me to tell you how I’m feeling right now.

I’m not sure if not having you as a friend would suck more than not having you how I want you. They say that something is better than nothing, but this feels like nothing. And hell, sometimes I’m not sure we’re friends, just based on how you act, so how the hell are we gonna be more.

Anywho, I’m gonna walk in there, and smile at you, hoping that this time you see that its really me, trying to show you how I feel. And I’ll probably talk to you, lie, mask everything I really want to scream at the top of my lungs.

Yay.

“Superman is what I can do, Clark Kent is who I am.”