u/Bulky_Remote_2965

Please make it stop. Please. I can't take the pain. Please.

I haven't been serious about anyone since him. That was 4 years ago.

I've wanted you since I first saw you.

I wish you remembered my name.

Part of me wonders if you don't honestly know. But I'm pretty sure you have some idea about the feeling between us. And that means I'm really good at hiding .y emotions, like I'm told.

Despite my current standing in life, I am slowly building up the guts to say something.

Yet, despite knowing each other for two years, you still don't know my name. But I know yours.

Certain things I say reveal my hand, incrimentally. Unintentionally.

Do you know how elated I get when you look my way? When we talk?

I feel so dumb. I REALLY got my hopes up about you. Got? I clearly still get!

You still fucking inspire me to be better. As a woman, as a fellow craftsman.

They say you're such a good guy, but I wish I saw him.

It's so depressing to me that you don't remember my name. But I sure as shit know yours.

The fact that you can make me weak in the knees by a look, making eye contact, putting your hand on mine. I want to hate you, but I can't.

I don't normally try this hard. And I'm scared shitless.

I wonder sometimes, due to how many times my posts about you have been shared, if you have some idea. If you've read all of them or any of them.

Once they get to 25 or so, I get scared and delete them.

I can't stop crying over you.

I often wonder what you think and feel, if you think and feel about me at all.

I want you to know about me, and I want to know all about you.

I want you to feel the same. And act on it. I want both. But I don't want to risk one for the other. What do you want though?

I hadn't seen him in so long. And it was major for me.

And one day, you came in the way you did. And we first met. And I forgot about him.

A presence. A force of nature, a ball of energy. A hot blooded man to a hot blooded woman.

Greetings were exchanged. Bright smiles. But never crossing that line. Speaking. Interactions. Respect. Old school manners. I'm not used to such things. But you..... you did it. Always saying hi. Getting a smile from me. And you were smiling too. The genuine kind. Maybe you noticed how my face lit up every time we saw each other.

Instances of....attraction? Flirting maybe? Assuming you aren't taken....

I think you know you make me melt, in more ways than one. And you at least like the attention. ☺️☺️☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰🥰