To The Boy Who Wanted To Be ‘Just Friends’

by Marjorie

Is this my story or what?

Thought Catalog

I will never tell you that I had you figured out from the start. (You’d say I was wrong, anyway.) I learned, from the way you carried yourself and talked to people, myself included, what kind of guy you were. You were attractive, forward, and playful, with a cocky edge that drove me all kinds of crazy. Call it instinct telling me to stay away, but for the first several months that I knew you, we didn’t talk much, if at all. Maybe I should’ve felt bad that I had developed preconceived notions about you. I never took the time to really get to know you, but honestly, I didn’t want to take that time. Not just with you, with anyone.

I will never tell you that somehow, against all odds, you started breaking through to me. It only took a few of your random gestures for my over-active mind…

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