the boy

There is a [[boy]]

He will not [[message]] you.

[[Nobody]] has ever //liked// your, actually, you're pretty sure barely anyone regular likes you.

If you message the boy, that's not [[cool]].

And you [[want]] so badly to be cool.

But you also want the boy to [[like]] you.

And so you have to be yourself (or so you're told), but you have a feeling that's not going to [[work]].

So you can [[message the boy]] or you can be [[silent]], but either way it seems he won't like you because sometimes it's just not meant to be.

And now, you wait for the response. Every blink feels like the measuring of another mistake.

There will be other people, but I know you really wanted this to work out. It's not fair. You deserved for something to work out. I know, I know. One next time is already enough, and it must feel like you've had thousands at this point.