Note: Fiction. Because I love these kind of scenes. 🙂
I always believed that you should just go and tell her. Seriously, it’s not worth all the waiting. Checking her Facebook updates, flipping through her pictures… all the doubt, all the tinge. If you feel it, just tell her. If you hit it, great. If you don’t, at least you save up all that time you would have wasted.
Well, that was before I met her.
Before I met this girl.
I checked her pictures. She made me melt. I was scared to comment. What if she gets angry and throws me out of her friend list? No.
I thought I should just tell her. Because that’s what I have always believed in, right? But it’s not the same.
What if I blow it?
But wasn’t that what the policy was all about? To get it out. To not let it take over all my days and nights?
Okay, I gotta tell her.
*falls out of chair*
Oh God! Why now?!
Okay, I can do this. I can.
Right. I can.
Face it dude. You’re trying not to message her first, so you don’t look like you’re following her around. Creep.
How do I get her attention? Tell her I am online….
Okay! I can post this picture of me as a baby! If she says “so sweet” I’ll message her. Done.
Hey, wait. What? NO!
Why did she go offline?!
She Liked my picture?!
HOLY! She messaged me!
“Hey! How are you?”
“Are you there?”
Yes, yes. Hi-I-am-good-how-are-you?
All right guys. This is it.
So.. should I tell her or not?