What do you want me to call you? I could call you A.C., babe, daddy, babe, bae., or some other name? I want to tell you more, but you are not around. I want to tell you everything, just like you told me that I should. I hope that you and your family are doing just fine. I’m sending you love peace and cuddles.
This is how I feel about my obsession now:
He never even responded. It’s been two weeks. He does this often. It’s clear he doesn’t want a relationship, I don’t either, however I’d like to spend more time with him. The bottom line because I’ve been crushing on him six years is that it’s actually gotten much better. Believe it or not I’m starting to focus better, a lot better.
I will likely be over A.C. Soon; then, I can live obsession free, hopefully for life. He’s not the first boy I ever had a hard crush on. He will definitely be the last.
Saying all this crazy talk is helping me to get over him incredibly. I needed to get my thoughts out about this. So what if it’s on a blog that anyone can read. There are worse things I can be honest about, right?