I scoffed when you offered me your contact information but you’ve been in my head. I love the way you wrote. I don’t even know what you look like but something about you is lingering in my thoughts. I don’t like this. I’m not supposed to be sentimental and weak.
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I’ll bite. What’s the context?
I had a long conversation with someone online and I very much appreciated his writting style and his intelligence. I don’t get crushes so it’s strange for me to regret not emailing him. I saved his email but it’s been too long since the conversation for it not to be weird. It’s for the best probably.
You know what? You could totally pretend you just found it after all this time and it had been lost due to some glitch. It could be worth a shot.
That is a good idea and might work but I don’t really like being close to people anyway so I’m just going to wait until I’m no longer ill with feelings. The last thing I want to is to fall for someone and, apparently, he has some kind of power over me. I do appreciate your helpful nature though.
Email me, slut. I’ve been waiting.
Clever attempt but quite improbable. I did find it funny though.
Ah, the futuile double edged sword of setting yourself up for pain, or always wonder what could have been, leading to the same kind of pain, just in more of a slow motion sort of way.