i like you so much, yet you only see me as a good friend. why? we’d be perfect for each other :(
so, we did this cool thing at the retreat where the students wrote down their secrets that no one really knows, and we hung them all up on fishing line in front of the stage.
there was one sign that, during worship, really stood out to me. and my heart was breaking for whoever wrote it. so i was…
so there is this guy, and i really like him… and he doesn’t even know i exist.
it always works out like this. :(