There are 6 billion people in the world. Can you actually imagine how much is that? I have a few hundreds friends in Facebook. About a fifty school friends. I know lots of boys. But I only want you.
Life has this funny way of making laugh of us. Why can’t I love the guy who loves me? Why do I have to want the impossible? Why can’t my 11:11 wish come true?
I like you. Not him. Not them. You. But you like another girl. A girl who is prettier, taller, thiner. A girl who has a better smile, who has a better laugh, who is more worth it. But maybe she is a girl who won’t love you as I would. Maybe I’d be a better girlfriend. Maybe. Or maybe not.
But let’s not think of the future. Let’s think of the present. And the present is that I want to be with you. As friends. But I want to talk to you. I want to be able of starting a conversation without seeming weird. I want to befriend you.
I like you. And I wish you liked me.
