Two Virgos sitting in a tree
I fucking hate having crushes on people who have the potential of being in a real relationship with me. It means I actually have to work and put an effort on making myself seem sane and likeable. It means making plans and keeping them because I actually care what this person thinks. It means fucking opening up and telling this person things about myself that I wouldn’t normally tell. It means being emotionally intimate! The bane of my fucking existence.
This is not just a fantasy where I think about having quickies with them, but something amazing that could actually happen. I feel like I could marry this person, and it’s annoying the fuck out of me. “I think. I feel. I suffer.”
It’s the season, it has to be. This isn’t me at all.
