I REALLY CAN’T PICTURE ANYONE HAVING A CRUSH ON ME. I CAN’T PICTURE SOMEONE THINKING ABOUT ME BEFORE THEY FALL ASLEEP, OR TELLING THEIR FRIENDS ABOUT ME. I CAN’T PICTURE ANYONE GETTING BUTTERFLIES BECAUSE I SAID HI TO THEM, OR EVEN JUST SMILED AT THEM. I CAN’T PICTURE SOMEONE SMILING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN OR THEIR CELL PHONES WHEN WE’RE TALKING. I MEAN LIKE; WHY WOULD THEY EVEN DO THAT? I’M JUST ME. NOTHING EXTRAORDINARY, OR SPECIAL.

Small details - worth so much