We accept the love we think we deserve.
there’s this funny phase, kind of like a limbo where you like someone and you can’t tell if they like you too or they’re just being around you for the time being or is it a good idea to even like this person. you have these moments where you catch yourself grinning at what they say to you, subtly knowing the smile is admitting for you how much of a crush you’re having.
having a crush always makes me feel like i’m a 10 year old not knowing if catching cooties was something i’d want from liking a boy.
“No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody."