To the boy that I (thought I) hate:

Today, you almost asked for my number. Sure you pretended that you needed to be reminded about something and in order to do that, an sms is necessary. I do not have your number, I can’t remind you. You lingered for a few seconds in front of me, as if waiting for me to reply, after saying you didn’t have my number, too. I would have given it to you if you’d have asked. I really wanted to. You see, I hesitate a lot when it comes to things like this. I do not like assuming. I’m a little rusty, no wait, I have no knowledge at all about who/what goes first in this little dance that we’re doing. But as long as the music is playing, I won’t stop moving.

xoxo