confession #3

sometimes, you meet a boy. and you talk and laugh and he gets your number and the two of you hang out. sometimes you sit in his car until 2 am getting to know each other and making plans to eat ridiculous amounts of hamburgers and mexican truck tacos until you get a text from dad, prompting you to reluctantly go inside with a goofy grin on your face. so then maybe a week goes by, and you talk and kinda try to see each other over the weekend, but it doesn't really work out the way you thought it would. and suddenly it is monday again, and you haven't talked to him all day, so you send him a text. and then, then... you get the fun task of accepting the fact that said boy is just not that into you! because, if he was, he would totally answer your dumb text.