ninetyone.

Throwback, Hella Old: I’m always going to be stuck on the sidelines in your Game of Love aren’t I? I thought that maybe this time, this time something great would happen between us. No, that never seems to be the case. I’ll just be the benchwarmer for now, cheering you on as you score with someone else. In the end, I’ll still be waiting to hit that home run with you.

For someone who is supposed to be “just friends” why do I always
get butterflies in my stomach when you smile at me?