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"You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out" he said. And people have always called me smart, because I study hard. But I can study on my English test, I can learn to understand that difficult math equation, I can learn 100 French words, shout them at you in one go, and forget how to ask for bread. I can sit all-nighters, trying to fix the economic issue. I can try and learn to do all of that. But I can’t learn to love you.

So here’s my opinion about the friendzone: It doesn’t exist. If you want to be more than friends, but make the other believe you’re in it for the same reason they are, you’re not really a friend. And you’re not allowed to think you’re the victim. You either have people who are legit just friends, or someone who is continuously lying to the person they’re supposedly in love with. You’re only in it for yourself, with the only reason to get someone to be physical with you.

Now tell me, how can you possibly believe you’re in a zone called friends?

mine
"A lot can happen in a week!" He cheerfully said and I smiled. "I am not going to fall for you in a weeks time." And I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t going to fall for him. I already fell.
"Do you love me?" I ask. In his hesitation I found his answer.
Lang Leav
You used to kiss me, right before I could get mad at you. Now I have nothing left to get mad at you for.
Honestly, I feel like I know less of you now than I did when I didn’t even know of your existence.
Mine
My valentine’s day consists of continuously reloading tumblr, so I can read a new cute note in the little heart. It’s sad. I guess it’s just another example of how little things in life, can truly mean the big things.
I am the type of person who likes ideas of things. For instance, I like the idea of dancing in the rain, but as a girl who had to bike through the rain her entire life, I hate getting out of the wet clothes afterwards. I like the idea of having a food fight, I hate having to clean up the mess afterwards. I like the idea of being shut up with a kiss, but I hate being hushed in the middle of an argument. I like the idea of getting flowers or other romantic objects, but I don’t know what to do with it afterwards. So I am terrified that I fall in love with someone like me. Someone who falls in love with the idea of things. With the idea of me.
A crush lasts for 4 months right? And if you pass that, you’re in love? But when exactly do those four months start? The second you meet the person, or the second you see him or her do something silly and think ‘Damn, I am in love’? Because the truth is, by that point you’re probably in the middle of it. So I just keep restarting my four months. Each day I think something like that, something that could make me feel in love, I start the four months over again. Hoping that one day it’s all over, and he was just a silly crush. But the problem is, I’ve been one day in love for a while now. And it doesn’t seem to stop.
Our love is like having a car wreck about to happen. You know you’re going to see things you don’t want to see, and you might get hurt. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t turn away.