When I was sixteen, I fell hopelessly in love with a boy. I pined after him, I longed for him, I missed him. I did stupid stuff to get his attention.
I analyzed his behavior constantly for signs he felt the same.Spoiler alert: he didn’t.This was an unrequited crush that dragged on for a full two years, not that I knew it was unrequited at the time.
No, like many others, I managed to deceive myself for a very long time that he actually could be into me, if I was reading the signs correctly.And to be honest, the signs were there.
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