Date: April 28, 2025
Author: James D. Fitzgerald
A few months ago, I stumbled across this girl on an app called Wattpad. We started talking because we both loved the same genres of stories, and what started as just a casual exchange about books quickly turned into something much deeper. We texted every day, and it wasn’t long before I realized that I was falling for her. It’s not like I expected it to happen. I didn’t think I’d be sitting here, wondering if she could ever feel the same way, but here I am.
The thing is, she doesn’t see me the same way. I’ve gathered that much. She’s made it clear that she values our friendship, and honestly, I don’t blame her. I didn’t expect her to instantly fall for me, especially considering we live in different countries. That’s the weirdest part of it all. We’ve never met in person, but somehow, she’s become my comfort zone. I can tell her anything. We talk about everything, from the most random thoughts to deep, emotional stuff that I’ve never shared with anyone else.
It’s strange. A friendship has never felt so real, but at the same time, I can’t help but wish she saw me the way I see her. She’s this beautiful, brilliant soul, and I’ve come to care for her in a way that feels different from anything I’ve experienced. I call her my butterfly because she’s this delicate, captivating presence in my life that’s both calming and inspiring.
I’ve made two playlists for her—hours of songs that remind me of her, songs that make me feel like we’re in the same room even though we’re worlds apart. I don’t know if she knows it, but when I send her a song, it’s like sending a piece of my heart.
I’ve told her that I’d wait. I don’t care about the distance. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll wait until we’re old enough to meet in person. It’s funny, but the idea of seeing her face-to-face, holding her hand, even just talking to her in real life, feels like a dream I want to hold onto. I know it’s unrealistic in some ways, but in other ways, I feel like this connection is so unique that it deserves a shot. I’m not giving up on the hope that maybe, just maybe, she’ll see me differently one day.
For now, though, I’m happy just being her friend. If that’s all I can be, then that’s what I’ll be. But I’ll always hold on to the thought that one day, maybe, things will change. Maybe she’ll feel what I feel. Maybe. But until then, I’ll keep sending her those playlists and texting her every day, and I’ll just hope that she knows how much she means to me.
And if nothing else, I’ll always be her comfort, just like she is mine.
