I never thought I would be the type to have a crush. I always prided myself on being independent and aloof, but there's something about them that makes my heart flutter and my cheeks flush. It's like a fire burning inside me, warming me up in ways I never knew possible.
They don't know it, of course. How could they? I keep up my icy exterior, pretending not to care while secretly yearning for their attention. Every time they speak to me, every smile directed my way sends shivers down my spine.
But it's more than just physical attraction. It's the way they listen when I speak, really listen as if what I have to say actually matters. It's the way they make me laugh with their silly jokes and brighten up even the darkest of days.
And yet, here I am keeping this all bottled up inside because admitting these feelings would mean showing vulnerability - something no angsty teenager like myself is willing to do willingly.
Sometimes late at night when everyone else is asleep and silence fills the air around me, thoughts of them consume my mind completely. What if they feel the same way? What if by some miracle we end up together?
But then reality hits hard - why would someone as amazing as them ever want someone like me? A brooding loner who pushes people away before they can get too close.
So for now, these feelings will remain locked away in the depths of my heart where no one else can see them except for maybe you reading this right now (if anyone even bothers).
Maybe one day courage will find its way into this cold soul of mine and allow those three little words "I love you" escape from lips that are used only for sarcasm and bitterness. Until then...