Don't Get Attached

          “Oh, don’t feel so important now, I have a reputation…

          You can’t tell anyone I think you are amazing.”

            ”So what—         You were a monitor too?”

          “It’s sarcasm, dude. Of course I like you, you’re amazing. 

          And you like coffee, that’s a plus.”

          She wrapped her arms around Paul’s waist, intending on getting closer to him and letting the tears fall down her cheeks. 

REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR.

PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.

RED: I love you with a burning passion.

GREY: I wish we talk more and being friend

TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we’re met

PINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favourite

TEAL: We have a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.

WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.

GREEN: I think you’re cute.

CORAL: I think you’re beautiful

BLACK: I would date you.

          “I—I don’t know anymore, Paul… 

          …Give me a hug, dumbass, just do it, please.”

          “Well… What a time to be alive… 

          Just because you’re making me company to buy some coffee, and because I might or might not like you… I’ll be your very first friend.”

          “Okay then, Mister Social Interaction… 

          How do you make friends?” 

          “I don’t know what’s going on with me, Paul.

          I feel like I’m losing my mind and I don’t matter in this world… 

          There’s not a single reason I should stay here.”