September 17, 2013
I’m waiting for you to notice that all the things I’ve written is for you. I’m waiting for the day when I can look you in the eyes and say the things I want to say, such as: Can we go out on a real date, I would like to ask about your childhood. If you’re uncomfortable doing that, can we at least start somewhere? That is a long way of saying “I like you.” I wish someday someone will ask me out, really ask me out and want to be with me the whole day.