the fact that there is a guy out there who likes me for me. a guy who thinks I’m beautiful when I feel ugly. a guy who doesn’t see the flaws that I see. a guy that would give me the world without thinking twice. a guy that genuinely cares about me. a guy who would be just the kind of guy that I need. but for some reason no matter how hard I try, I don’t have feelings for him in return, the fact that I can’t do a damn thing about it because I have no control over my feelings is probably one of the most frustrating things I’ve experienced. and I can’t stand it.

11:41 pm  •  6 July 2014