To start things off, my APOLOGIES for being absent for like 30 days. I know most of you don’t care, but I thought it’s an appropriate thing to do. You know, apologize. Moving on, I guess you’ve all seen the title. Yes, I am not kidding. I’ve met someone. Tbh, I already knew him before starting this blog. I just didn’t tell anyone about it (besides my real life friends, obviously). If you can recall that post when I mentioned a guy, the one I was going to use as a test. Well, this is him. I’m gonna call him Alex.
The main reason why I didn’t wanna blog about it is that I know most of you won’t care about this guy. And I feel like all I’m going to write is how special he is and how hot and smart and cute and whatnot. Because he is, he really is, in my eyes, better than any guy I’ve ever met. It’s not because he’s good-looking, because he’s not. I’m not oblivious, I know what hot looks like. And he is just… not hot. But have you never met someone who was just normal, but their inside was so beautiful it made everything else look even better?— I fucking hate bloggers who are in love? Why? Because of this shit. Oh, he’s so dreamy. His eyes, his lips, his voice. I’m not denying that I can’t relate to that, because I can and I am. So I’m gonna do this real quick, just to get it over with.
I’ve met a ton of boys in my life. They’re all the same, you know. You either have the nice who try to be cool , the nice who don’t care and the cool who are plain dicks. And it’s wrong for me to categorize people, but I’m a teen, that’s what I do and surprisingly, it actually works. Until I met Alex. He’s Mr. Nice Guy, hands down. And he’s the type that doesn’t give a shit about his reputation, since he has none 2 uphold.
I talked to him a few times. And after every single conversation, I. Just. Want. More. I’m only gonna type this once and you can read it over and over again, but in my eyes I only did it once: He changed my whole fucking world. The way I see it, the way I think, the way I believed in things. Tbh he is the first person I ever wanted to hug, hold on to and never let go. & Idk what this is, feelings are fucking complicated. I don’t even know how I feel this shit, much less stop feeling them. I like him. As in, like like him. But not in love, because I don’t know how that feels like. Whatever. Most of all, he makes me want to be a better person. I have no fucking idea what is going on in my freaking stupid dipshit head. (Rachel, there you go. I admitted it. Happy now?)
Ask any of my friends and they’ll tell you the same thing. MAKE HER STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM. I’m so sorry, but I promise. It’ll stop soon…. I hope. Once I tell him… Which is never…
How do I even know if he likes me? Help >.<