Roommaid

by Sariah Wilson

“This guy could write I think you’re hot in Sharpie on your forehead and you’d still be asking us if he liked you.”

this is so samyra.

Knowing that I loved him wasn’t like being in a dark room and then having a bright light suddenly turn on; I didn’t look at him one day and realize that I’d fallen for him completely. It was gradual, more like a sunrise, where it got brighter and brighter until it became something that I just knew—I’d fallen in love with him. Slowly, day by day, he had become the most important person in my life.