I’ve realized I love a girl I’ve only known personally for three months. The more we talk or go for drives, the better I feel. When she’s buy around or hiring elsewhere I’m in pieces and trying to find ways to helps without scaring her because simple things make her flip out.
I knew her face from decades before but that was a pretty face in the hallways. I never knew her but I was attracted to her and intrigued. All these years later after a chance meeting, she’s better looking than ever and one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever known. She’s just squeamish and anxiety ridden with major communication where I thrive.
I love her anyway but could and will never tell her before I likely soon die. She made me want to attempt to beat this crap and try but we’ll always just be friends just likely not how it once seemed.
It’s hard not to think of and miss her, but I can never tell her the truth without scaring her away. However, it’s very real. She can never know. She’s too fragile but a doll all the same.
the thing you can do it is express yourself i know its late but its never to late…just go and confess to her