I Like To Think Of Him As My Academic Rival - Tumblr Posts

My love language is memorizing little details of you that not even you are aware of. I stash them in a box in my brain labeled “Memories of You”

I like my guys mysterious, puzzling. I like taking my sweet time undoing a question mark. I like mulling over ambiguous “what ifs” and “what did he mean when he said” and “when he did”

I like pinning and yearning in secrecy. I like the thrill of accidentally brushing hands, meeting gaze.

I like the idea of having you before it becomes real. I like the possibility hanging in the air. The held breath of excitement.

I don’t even care if he likes me back, or busies himself with the same hypotheticals as I do. I just like the crushing part.