subject line: he's not even that cute.


des moines, iowa.

I snuck two hundred glances at him during church and then my pen ran out of ink so I sat trying to figure out what feelings are real and what feelings are the result of my friends telling me how I should feel. Trying to figure out if I’m attracted to him (he’s not even really that cute, if I’m being honest). Trying to figure out if my heart stops at friends or if all this confusion means there are deeper feelings.