I like a guy
His name is Nick. He’s Russian.
He probably doesn’t like me.
I’m ugly.
I’m not skinny enough.
Not funny enough.
I’m lower than him
At least that’s how it feels whenever he talks to me.
I keep waiting for him to maybe look at me the way I look at him
But that won’t happen
Though I’m the same age as him, he is two years behind in school because he went to Russian school
I guess he and his friends must be on some other level
Because it’s like they all look at me with disgust
Except for that one day when he saw my sadness, saw through my layers of happy smiles makeup, and saw my depression. He asked if I was ok. Ofc I made a witty comment, after all that’s what he likes, how he speaks with his friends. I will never forget that day even though he just walked away. Because someone saw. Someone asked.
And it was him. The person I have a hopeless crush on.
The guy breaking my heart.
His name is Nick. He’s Russian.
He probably doesn’t like me.
I’m ugly.
I’m not skinny enough.
Not funny enough.
I’m lower than him
At least that’s how it feels whenever he talks to me.
I keep waiting for him to maybe look at me the way I look at him
But that won’t happen
Though I’m the same age as him, he is two years behind in school because he went to Russian school
I guess he and his friends must be on some other level
Because it’s like they all look at me with disgust
Except for that one day when he saw my sadness, saw through my layers of happy smiles makeup, and saw my depression. He asked if I was ok. Ofc I made a witty comment, after all that’s what he likes, how he speaks with his friends. I will never forget that day even though he just walked away. Because someone saw. Someone asked.
And it was him. The person I have a hopeless crush on.
The guy breaking my heart.
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