It's a shame

We can't choose who we fall for.
(Some of them are quite a shame)...

I guess we can all agree that everyone is embarrassed by the term "Who do you like?" Because even though that's just a big 5th grade thing to say, there's no other way to ask someone...

I feel like I need to get this off my chest because it's been bottled up for quite some time, and what else is blogging used for?

I fancy a lot of people. I mean a lot. People I've never even talked to, and people who I'm very close with.

Well, here it goes...

I like the boy who was so skinny and tall he hurt my neck just looking up at his tan face and when he'd hug me, I don't think I've ever felt so accepted. You're hands down the sweetest person I've ever met.

I like the boy who has the loveliest blue eyes and stutters when he talks. Although he's never said a word to me, I've listened to what he says and his words are so uplifting to everyone around.

I like the boy that took me a year to finally talk to again and I'll I could come up with was, "Congratulations on your mission call"... Even though we got mixed up and hurt one another, I've always thought of you as such as a great human. You're going to go places because of your big heart.

I like the boy who I met at a stake dance and have been in awe over you ever since. I really like the way you're so driven to get what you want and you make me want to be a better person when around you. I think you can tell I like you by the way I get so nervous around you. If not by my shaky hands, then by the words I stumble over on those days I work up the courage to say hi.

I like the boy that broke my heart. If you asked me why I do, I couldn't tell you because I don't know why either... Yeah, I know, what a mess... Moving on...

I like the boy who isn't a talker, but once you open up and words decide to crawl out, I can't seem to stop laughing. I enjoy your awkwardness, because I don't feel so alone in this world.

I like the boy who taught me a lesson that day it was just you and I at that golf course. You taught me to take off my shoes and to just have fun despite what others might think, even though sometimes you can be one of the most judgmental people out there.

I like the boy that has too many freckles on his body to count. Need I say more?

I like the boy that has the perkiest bum, I can't help but sneak a peek at it every time you walk by... I haven't even talked to you, but you get the point.

P.s. I am sorry I have a fixation on bums... But then again I'm not going to change thus I guess I'm not that sorry.

I still like the boy who kissed me when I was three, only to have me spit in your face and kick you in the head... Perfect example of forgetting the past and moving on, right?

I like the boy who told me on our first date he was going to marry me... I mean it freaked the hell out of me, and you shouldn't of said that, but you had exquisite facial hair and so much drive to do good in this world.

I like the boy that worked at Wendy's, the boy who lives down the hill, the boy who worked with me, the boy who already has a girlfriend, the boy with the tattoos, the one that hides behind his insecurities, the one who dyed his hair blue, etc etc...

I like a lot of boys, but I've never told anyone about any of them...

One of my biggest fears are boys. Maybe one day that will go away, but certainly not today.