I swear I could spend all day sitting like that watching you watching me then go home and stare at myself in the mirror trying to figure out why do you look at me that way.
To that time when you pushed me to say what's wrong with me and I blurted it out angrily and hesitantly to get rid of your nagging only to realize I wanted to let it out for once. To the coldest guy out there who managed to utter the sweetest words only when needed.
You've got the hungriest eyes I've seen on a decent guy. And you're not even decent.
You're good to the core. Could have been a great best friends-gone-all-romantic but you're stupid.
You're ground. If I asked you 'do you prefer blue or green?', you'd reply 'blue'. Today, tomorrow and forever, it's blue. But I prefer green. And I liked you for your non-volatility and I lost interest for the very same reason.
You've got the most beautiful mind. I never really liked you, you know because you're kind of imaginary, but I never stopped liking you as well. Exactly the mind I'd like to watch its attached face develop wrinkles on the other side of my bed.
To the guy I like now:
You're the idea of ... I'd probably write something huge then read it months from now and laugh bitterly so I'll refrain. I'm just waiting for you to let me down and fade out, leaving a new addition to To every guy I used to like.
Try not to.
I know you will, anyway.
