I cried the other day because you are literally everything I want in a guy. You’re tall and handsome, you have this majestic walk, and you wear just the right kind of baggy pants with your beanies. I love the mole on your cheekbone and your eyes the basic brown, slanted, and droopy, but in a beautiful way. You play some sort of trumpet in band, you’re in wrestling, and you have a really nice smile.

You walk past me exactly three times a day during school. And every time, you never make direct eye contact with me. I just pray that maybe, through your peripheral vision, you can see the way I look at you. I have you as a close friend on Instagram, but you never view my stories at all. You have absolutely no interest in me, and it sucks.