A Letter To My Crush About My Feelings 소설 & 이야기

I was looking for my Calculus room and I bumped into him and that was how our friendship started. “Josh, you can’t! We can’t!” I felt disappointed in him. I never really thought he will like me more than a friend. “I know Yoo-mi, I know!” He brushed his hands on his face. But I’ve been loving you since we met. I tried to control my feeling because I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” “And do you think this, this telling me now, won’t ruin our friendship?” I gave him a stern look. He suddenly grabbed my hand. “ Please Yoo-Mi don’t!”

On the day we took our college graduation photos, a chubby girl holding a bouquet of roses stepped in front of me. Her voice was trembling with nervousness, "Alex Quinn, I like you!" I stopped in my tracks and gave her a smile. "Thank you for liking me, but I'm not interested in dating." I glanced at my reflection in the glass door. Tall and slender, with a fair complexion and smooth features, I was dressed in a gray tracksuit and sneakers.

" I paused for a moment. I had admitted to Alex several times that I did love him but it felt different having to admit it to someone else. But regardless, it was always going to be the same answer. "I think so.... I love, Alex. And before you say that it's too soon to fall in love..." "I wasn't" "I just need you to know that this person makes me feel like I am on top of the world. He makes me laugh and whistle in the shower and daydream. It feels like I just had my first crush ever" "Love. Eww, so gross" I slapped his arm with a small pamphlet on the table. "Oh, hush. You need to be more open to love you know. Might find yourself a lucky guy that worships the ground that you walk on"

"I might have mentioned that I have feelings for someone. But it's not a big deal. It's just… a crush." "A crush?" Damien repeated, his voice dangerously soft. "Yeah, you know. A silly little crush," I said, trying to downplay the intensity of my emotions. "It's not like it means anything." "And who is this lucky person?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine. I hesitated. This was it. The moment of truth. I could tell him, risk everything, or continue to hide in the shadows, pretending that my feelings didn't exist. "It's… it doesn't matter," I mumbled, looking down at my hands.

I placed the remaining sheets of paper on the ground and set them on fire. "Dear Daniel! I miss you, I don't know how to start this letter. I only want to say that I miss you. I'm afraid I'm forgetting your voice, the way you looked at me, how your hair felt on my fingers, the scent of your skin. I keep waiting, I keep praying that you're fine. That you'll come and save me with a kiss instead of burying me with that kiss, like the first and last time your lips touched mine. I want to believe that you never hurt me. I want to believe that maybe you love me as much as I do or more. Tonight it's my birthday, and I'm praying you can visit me in my dreams. Maybe you can look at me deep in the eye

Megumi said in a sullen tone as she continues to slurp her ramen. "Megumi... actually, I'm... giving up on Henry." I finally said it and took the letter from my bag, I gave it to Megumi saying, "Can you do me a favor and give Henry this? I don't have the courage to confess my feelings soI wrote them." "If he meets me after reading it then that means he likes me too but if he doesn't then I'm giving up on my crush." I added Megumi hesitantly takes the letter and asked, "But why me?"

Being around him felt comfortable. Safe. Simple. And maybe that was the problem. Because whenever I compared that feeling to the way Christien made my heart race, it wasn't even close. “I’ve got you, Ava,” Stella laughed through the phone. “I’ll study for days with you. Don’t worry.” I sighed as I reached the lower floor. Then she said, “Ava… don’t tell me you still haven’t found a guy yet?” I paused slightly. Maybe I had. Or maybe I hadn’t.

"What if he rejects us?" "Then we accept that. But at least we'll have been honest." I think about that. About the letter I've been writing and rewriting in my head for weeks. "I need to tell him," I say. "Need him to know how I feel. Even if nothing comes of it." "Same." I spend the next three days writing. Not just in my head this time. Actually putting words on paper. Trying to capture everything I feel. Everything I've learned. The journey from jealous rival to genuine admirer.

"Why do you think so?" I hesitated. My throat felt tight, words trapped there like something shameful. God, I couldn’t believe I was about to say this aloud. But the pressure was unbearable. "I think I had—" I swallowed hard, lowering my voice to a whisper. "I think I have a crush on her." Ted’s eyebrows shot up. "Like an unrequited, stupid, high-school-love type of crush," I muttered, dragging both hands over my face. "Fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this."

Before he could speak anything, I said “You don’t have to feel guilty about it. I understand you, Eric. You know… that situation kind of helped me. It made me realize my true feelings.” “And, what are your true feelings?” he questioned me. I pressed my hands together, feeling a little nervous. Taking a deep breath, I spoke “I used to have a crush on you when we were in high school…” He looked at me confused. He didn’t know it. I could see the sadness on his face.