“My friends are always talking about how this boy loves them, how they love this boy, hate this boy, wouldn't say no to that one. I usually nod along,ask questions, act curious but the truth is I want to tell them who I love, tell them I dream about him every night, how when I catch sight of him my heart skips a beat. I want to yell my love from rooftops. I want them to ask me so we can chat and plot and giggle, but they never do and that's when I truly feel alone, when my friends don't notice the hope written all over me, they make me wonder if it's real..”
