“I— I don’t even know.. this might sound a little weird.” I say, but it’s not like this night could get any weirder anyways so I may aswell just make it worser than it already is.

I’ve been attracted to you since the day we first met, I’d even call it love at first sight because this has been going on for almost five years now. I’ve been fighting a silent battle with myself to just keep my mouth shut for all these years and I actually have surprisingly because I’m not the type of person to be very good with secrets.

The day I walked into that dressing room, your sweet smile was all I could think about while your hands brushed through my curls, taming them in the best ways possible and everything sent me into spirals when you’d just simply touch me. Basically, you’re my personal hairdresser who I’ve been quietly obsessed with for quite awhile.

“I feel like there’s been some kind of invisible string, I can’t escape it. It’s just constantly tying you to me, no matter what I do. Do you get what I’m saying?” I ask, dropping all of my feelings on the table and waiting for you to pick them up and return the favour to me.