Dear Boy Who I Formerly Had a Huge Crush On,
I’m so glad I’m not all Googley-Eyed and Ga-ga over you anymore, and I don’t mean that in even the most remotely shitty sort of way. I just mean, it’s nice that I can actually speak to you in full sentences now. It’s nice that we can have a conversation. We can chat about stuff like books and bands, and it’s not weird. This is all so much awesomer than that ridiculous crush.
Because, man, that crush was painful. I mean, not just in the ways that crushes are normally painful, but just the extreme level of awkward that it seemed to produce in me. This was way worse than just liking someone who doesn’t like me back. It was much more brutal than that. I sure hope that that doesn’t happen to me again, or if it has to, at least not any time soon. That probably was awful for you, too, but imagine what it was like to witness all that from my perspective, knowing that I was acting pretty dumb, but seemingly unable to stop it in any way.
So, thanks for hanging in there with me when it was all kinds of goofy and just plain fucking lame. I think you might actually turn out to be a pretty good friend.
Just sayin’.
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 