@.andrewdd:

pako :

She knows it but nothing changes at all..

happyfeet.em33 :

it actually kills me btw

no caller id :

i don’t think he loves me guys

Carlossmtz :

Traductor

Gabriel :

🎧kinleyyyy💗🫶 :

i wrote a letter him explaining this… should i give it him monday?…

ponyo :

he knows he js doesn't care

sakai :

“oh yea he showed me that” “my friend likes that too” LIKE DID YOU KNOW

retep :

I don't want her to know about my feelings, but at the same time I want it so bad, I don't know if she likes me like I do, and so I don't wanna ruin our friendship, even though I suffer because of it, and I just don't wanna lose her. I realise that if I doubt that she probably likes me - then it is so. and the most sad thing rn for me is the fact that the girl that I like is literally unique, she's not like other girls, really, and I realise that I probably won't find a girlfriend like her if she rejects me. these thoughts eat me from inside every day and I'm just done with it, I wanna be with her for my entire life, and that's the only wish I have, I don't need anything and anyone except her.

☆͜͡𝓖𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊⁷ :

He knows it, but he doesn't feel the same.

Onichaaaan :

If only you knew kung pano kita ipaglaban sa mga kaibigan ko kahit na alam kong mali ka 🥺 pinaglalaban kita kahit mali ka 🥺

daph_girard :

he knew it but he dc

TheAmazing_sHaRk :

oh how ppl would get tired of me talking abt him nd my live for him nd everything I did nd said.

❀࿐ :

I can get called dramatic or whatever, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a connection like this in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like my soul was intertwining with another’s before. I haven’t cared about every single thing regarding one person. What they like to do, like to eat, where they like to go, what bothers them, what they hate, what scares them, what their habits are. I don’t think I’ve ever put so much effort into observing someone to their bone. I say “so much effort” but even then this “effort” comes so naturally. I never cared who could come next, who was out there. I never asked how many people there were in the world. I never cared for the statistics of who could be compatible with me. I wanted one thing and I knew it for sure. No matter how much I bite my tongue and act like I don’t care, even if I gaslight myself that I don’t care. I know what I love, I know who I love. This love burrows so deep into me that being without that person hurts. People look at me like I’m crazy, but it was never about the surface. It’s about the entirety of this person, nobody can compare and nobody can take shape. I would go my entire life denying anyone else’s love, because if it’s not them then I don’t care. I don’t care at all. Every fiber that makes up this person is another reason to love them. I don’t think anyone can frankly understand how I feel and I’m tired of people thinking I’m insane. Everyone else feels wrong, but only they feel so naturally right. Maybe I am insane

sipalingstiker :

a part of me telling me that he knew exactly everything, but just chose to dgaf, idk

️ :

maye i love her sm

Tema Gabriel :

He is the person I chose and I will always choose. Through lifetimes, through shapes and forms, through every title or silence, it will always be him.

secretsofanunknownlyfe.e :

If only.

kae :

i despise telling my parents about people in my life but i had no problem telling them about her

️ :

Christ Jean :

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ :

Plot twist: he knew, didn't feel the same and thought I was weird, but instead of telling me straight forward he was using me as a form of entertainment for his lil boyfriends to laugh at 🫶🏼🫶🏼

valep3 :

I miss being in love

harveystenson2 :

Has to be lying 😅😁😂😂😂😂😂😂😂