He drives me absolutely crazy. I feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust everytime that I see him and even worse... I can't form coherent phrases of speech when I'm around him. Clammy hands, dry throat, feeling a blush that probably doesn't show... all symptoms of a one-sided love affair. Of course, it might just be an insane infatuation but the fact that I've felt this way for about hmm.... 11 years give or take, might be an indication of otherwise. You guys already know this person. Grapefruit juice boy. Yup. The sad, sad reality of my friendzone.
It doesn't help that I'm friends with the epitome of the female species who can write the most amazingly clever epic raps in English and can sing like no-one business. A real life synthesis of Aphrodite and Athena: Aphrena. And as my luck would have it, Aphrena and Grapefruit are friends who go listen to slam poetry together and talk and have class together. But she has a boyfriend so I think it's a little unfair, don't you think? My actual total of interaction with Grapefruit: near and dear to zilch. Oh dear, do I look a little green to you? Fuck me.
And that's not even the worst part. You see, you would think that after a certain amount of time that I would just forget my pride and go for it... but if it looks like a coward, sounds like a coward, and smells like a coward... it's probably a coward. My friends have taken active duty on trying to convince me to ask this guy to homecoming... which I have seriously contemplated. Only problem is that I have absolutely no interaction with this guy anymore. No classes together, no external tech-based dialogue... absolutely nothing. Just the thought of even thinking about asking him (yup, meta-thinking), makes me a little nauseous and light-headed.
I'm pretty sure this guy is 100% oblivious to the fact that I hyperventilate when he's on the other side of the room. I pretty much have it really bad.
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