I open that motherfucking file and start reading that freaking convo. Reach that moment we actually faught, get sad, reach that moment you rej.. said no to me. Get some new ideas and get sad again because of what you said. But the point is, when you open that freaking motherfucking old convo which you actually don't like, you practically go back in time and feel things you felt then. And, well, let's be honest here, that's not that nice every time.
But, in my case, every time I reread an old convo, I find smth new. This time I realized you actually said you have a crush on someone. So I was thinking that I can't actually make you love me as you obviously love someone else...
...but there's one thing I can do. Though it'll take pretty much courage.
I'd like to know who this lucky girl is, 'cause then I could tell you not to let go of that wonderful guy that you are.
I love you enough to make you happy. Even if the reason wouldn't be me.
