Dear Rawr...

Yes, I will now start calling you "Rawr" in my entries, it's a little bit cringeworthy and your name is somehow related to it. Hopefully, you won't ever read these entries as it is really personal and I would be mortified if you knew how I really feel.

Again, for the second time, I like you. I'm certain these feelings will fade as time goes by but I don't know when; but I'd also like to cherish these feelings while I still have it, while I can still feel it.

What's a little bit confusing here is that I like you and I want to be with you, but I also don't want to be with you. Yeah...you don't get it, it's fine, neither do I...kinda.

I yearn for you, I want to stand beside you, I want to hold your hand, I want to show you to the world; I want to show the world how much of an amazing person you are and that this amazing person likes me. It's a bit narcissistic but that's kinda what infatuation is, right?

While I want to hug your fat-less body, I also don't want to do that. If I do, you'll see the real me; you'll see the me behind the facade that I'm trying to parade. You'll find that I'm selfish, narcissistic, jealous, boring, and not that pretty. I just don't want to eradicate the edifice of expectations that you have clearly built.

I want you to look at only me but I don't want you to see me.

12/07/2017
12:11 AM