The guy I’ve liked for the past 3 years literally hates me. I have tried being nice to him, and instead he always ends up bullying me. I’m not clingy, I’m nice, he always makes me laugh, and there’s something about him that makes me admire him so much. He never opens up to anyone too much except for me. But that’s only when we relate with things. Sometimes, I feel like running across the room, slapping him, and then kissing him. I’m so confused. I just want to know what his lips taste like. Just once… Does that make it love, or lust? He’s always self-conscious about his body. It took him 3 years to work off the fat he had, and when he became so muscular, I was so proud of him. He hates when I bring it up, but it’s what I love about him. I love the fact that he wants something, and does it. *and yes, I like my boys a little thicc* I just wish I could f****** touch him, hug him, show him that I’m there, his parents literally would disown him if he did anything that wasn’t something they wanted. But I understand the feeling of Asian parents. (I’m MIXEDDDDD :D) Sometimes, I wonder, he’s definitely got the devil in his eyes and I guess that’s what really took me by surprise. But what the hell even drew me in? I just want him to be MINE. And if not, ik this is long and creepy, but at least I want him to be a friend. To be my friend…

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