Is it REALLY that hard to tell someone we like them?!

Girls, especially, why can’t we just admit it when we like a guy? I know it’s a risk you’re taking, with rejection as a possible outcome and all. But, really, if a guy has “I like you baack!” written on his forehead, why can’t us girls let him know?!

Coming from a girl who is very proud, I’ve only admitted that I liked a guy to him once. Meaning, the literal words “I like you”, came from my mouth directly to the guy himself. The rest of them either found out from my friends (believe me, they’re the first to know), or just assumed that I liked them. By the way, DO have the “I like you, you like me?” conversation that way both people are on the same page. I know, I’ve had that problem several times. Anyways, it’s soo bad that I never tell guys how I feel. It would be one thing if I never had these feelings for guys, but I do, all the time and I’m too damn proud to admit it.

I’ve been reading a book (which I recommend it’s funny!) about how this guy makes it to 25 years old without ever having a girlfriend. He had plenty of girls that he had potential relationships with, but none of them ever worked out. The book is called We Should Hang Out Sometime by Josh Sundquist, if you’re interested. Josh is a leg amputee, a YouTuber, motivational speaker, skier, as well as an author, and an attractive guy on top of that. Wow. So I bet you’re wondering why didn’t this guy have any relationships for the first 25 years of his life? I’m over halfway done with the book and most of the time, he and the girl liked each other but… he never knew that she liked him! Come on, girls!

I feel like this happens all around the world, every hour, every day. What seems like obvious signals to us girls means nothing to guys, just based on Josh Sundquist’s perspective as he retells the stories about each girl! We need to up our game, girls. And I am not excluded in this! Poor guys, trying to muster up the courage to ask us out, when they’re not even sure if we think of them as more than a friend. I have a solution: the girl just bites the bullet, walks up to him and says, “Dude, I like you.” That’s all we gotta do. After that, he can do one of two things. He will decide he wants something with you and talk to you about it, or he will decide he doesn’t feel that way about you. I know the most cliché thing to say is, “Well at least you don’t have to worry about him finding out now.” But, what about his reaction?

I sincerely believe that no guy is going to jump back three feet when you tell him. Why? Because most of the time, if you’ve given any signal, he will have the feeling that you do like him. He’s also not going to say anything like “Why would you like me?!” or something like that because at my age, getting “I like you” is a compliment. I just told you I think you’re hot, funny, smart, and sweet enough for me to become infatuated with you. I mean, you’re welcome. So I feel like if us girls just simply let him know, so he doesn’t have to do EVERYTHING, he can be reassured to make the next move and every move after that. I feel like we should at least throw a guy one bone and admit that we like him first. And if he responds very rudely, then you know that he would be an asshole in a relationship. And that karma’s a bitch.

So there y’all go, nice and/or shy guys, I feel you. Honestly, I’ve had guys tell me that they like me and I don’t feel the same, but I appreciated their honesty. I felt better that the tension was cut and we were out in the open with each other. I hope this has pumped you up reading this as it was for me when writing this post. I am so tired of waiting on him to see if he really does like me for real or not. I’m going to let him know, like it’s not going to be a big deal. If I can do it, so can you. Stop your excuses!!

Check out Josh Sundquist’s website here! Read one of his books!



Wonderful colors wash my face
Whenever you’re around
You’re eyes are the only ones
I can see my happiness

Singing out the melody
Of the day in
Keep me warm as the tides
And the sun fades

I reach for a touch
I need something tangible
I see you, and I’m reaching
But we’re just too far apart

And now the tides
Have come to stay
And I’m just drowning,
Drowning away

I wish that I could
Tell you that I need you
But maybe you
Wouldn’t care anyway

I’m just drowning
In my own agony,
But perhaps one day
We will meet on the same wavelength.

This moment

I sense sparks rush throught my veins
As we dance to music that doesn’t play
I hideaway everyday
But I keep our moments on replay

My heart beats faster than time
Is it you or the whirlwind colors wrapping us closer
Your hands, eyes, and lips find mine
My breath catches

As I decide as nights grow colder
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And I would never trade this moment
If only I could keep living this moment

Why I don’t wanna get married

1. I don’t want to share a bed all the time!

2. I don’t want someone to tell me what to do or where I should go.

3. I don’t like guys that get too clingy. For real though, get out of my face so I can breathe.

4. Sharing a bathroom. Ugh.

5. I feel that my feelings change often. I really don’t want to break hearts.

6. I would probably feel obligated to keep him satisfied, but much less to my happiness.

7. Splitting money, a house, car payments.

8. The subject of children are bound to come up.

9. I don’t want him to degrade me, or ignore that I should be given just as much credit as him for doing the same thing.

10. Washing his dirty laundry. Or having to cook for him all the time.

He is beautiful!

He is beautiful!

I am enjoying the single life right now, but I am open to a relationship. I know I don’t want to be alone forever it’s just that marriage is just such a big commitment and I don’t know if I ever want to commit. Maybe I’m just naive, or maybe just stubborn. Is anybody else with me?!

Real Love

I have never been in love, but close to it. I know, I’m only seventeen years old so I haven’t had a whole lot of time to fall in love with someone. But, I had a close attachment to this guy when I was just fourteen. Now that I look back at it, I don’t think it was a very healthy relationship because of the way we treated each other. I know, I know you’re probably thinking how are young teenagers going to know how to treat the opposite sex properly? That’s not my point, because as a young teenager I didn’t know how to handle boys. But we didn’t treat each other like other humans, we ignored each other, got mad without any explanations, and he kinda stalked me. But, I did love him as a person, as I love my friends and family, back then and I still do today. I loved the person he was three years ago at least.

Anyway, this isn’t about him it is about my biggest fan, my dream. The one person I (will) have fallen in love with. Sometimes I don’t think it is possible, it is just wishful thinking or an illusion. I often think that I’m in love with the idea of being in love. So without further ado, hear is a note to my (future) one real love.

To my real love,

I love you.

I love it when I see you helping someone else, not expecting any reward except happiness.

I love it when you smile, and make me smile.

I love the moments that we can just watch everything around us, but somehow we understand each other crystal clear without ever speaking a word.

I love it even more when we hold onto each other when this happens.

I love that you are so intelligent, and you teach me things.

I love it when you stand in front of me or behind me to protect me, or hold out your hands to help me.

I love the look you give me that sends a silent message between us, even though we’re with a whole group of people.

I love the face you make for just a second when my family mentions any other guys.

I love it when you take care of me so I never have to worry.

I love it when you stand up for me because you believe in me, and I can’t stand up for myself.

I love that you cry when I cry.

I love that you agree with me just to impress me.

I love that you show off, and fail, just to impress me.

I love that you miss Angelina Jolie walk by because you’re too busy being with me.

I love that you love me as I am, however intolerable I am.

I love that we would both take a bullet for the other.

I love that you make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.

I love that my love for you isn’t true, it is real, because true has no faults. Real love is alive and honest, we aren’t perfect.

Winter Day

Your dark hair is perfect against the snow
You’re tall, blunt shoulders
Your warm arms engulf me
I’m so in love with your smile

Dare I say I miss this moment?
So distant, it’s calling me back
Am I really all you ever need?
The winding wind whispers to me

Is it you or the cold setting in
That makes me feel alive?
My thoughts swirling into the sky
The Northern Lights revive

But for now there is a void
I long for another day, for the warmth
Because it is too cold here
I lie dreaming of that winter day
Now only a numb, heavenly escape away