It’s really hard to say the words I love you when you know you’ll likely never hear them back.
I noticed how easily our hands fit together the one time you let me touch you. I noticed that you seemed lonely, really, really lonely, even though I didn’t know why.” His eyelashes flutter as his eyes flash back and forth between mine. “Which is the most ridiculous thing in the world, considering how badly someone wants to spend time with you. Every single day.
Really. I’m a firm believer in new beginnings. Looking back all the time... It really starts to hurt your neck.” He shrugs carelessly. “If you don’t want to be defined by your past, you shouldn’t have to be.
I am so alone, all the time, even when I’m surrounded by people. Sometimes I get really tired of the walls, and I wish I had the strength to just go at them with a sledgehammer.
Why does loving someone always have to hurt? The risk just seems bigger than the reward.
Teenage guys are not supposed to be concerned like this. They are supposed to tell fart jokes, and comment on girls’ boobs, and not really pay attention when something is bothering a friend. It’s really, really difficult when they convince you they can be something else entirely – a human being, one who truly cares, especially when they’re less yours and more someone else’s.