DOES SHE LIKE YOU BACK?

How often do you talk?

I hear her whispering in my ear when she’s not here.

She asks you out to a fancy restaurant off the highway. What do you order?

Raw meat and look in her eyes as the blood trickles down your chin

Does eye contact count?

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A salad you eat too quickly, the remnants of a crouton stick in between your teeth when you tell her you love her, you watch her face fall and the ceasar dressing lingers on your tongue

Where do you hide the bodies?

Under the bed you share with her, she knows. You both breathe in the smell of rotting bodies every night

The fridge in the garage

It’s been 20 years, you start taking small bites out of her every night. She doesn’t notice, why do you do it?

To feel her in your body and now she’ll never leave

To put bandaids over each cut every morning

How do you die?

She kills you first

Look again and realize it wasn’t her, release the breath you didn’t know you were holding

It’s years from now and you see her in the grocery store, you: Ask her if she got the bread you guys like and check it off the grocery store list she made that morning

It’s before and you’re standing at the altar when she walks in.

The floorboards squeak and you: Kill the fiance with your bare hands and run away with her

Look away and divorce him two years later, marry her as soon as the paperwork is done

A ghost is following you around. What do you do?

Say that you’re sorry, but you don’t really mean it

Get up close and breathe it in through your nose, feel it choking you forever

You’re reincarnated and look up at the clouds to see:

A man laughing at you, you hear her voice come out of his lips

Her face smiling like the first time you met her, you see her everywhere

The day you met, in the crowded hallways of a high school in the middle of nowhere you noticed: The two freckles under her eye and the way she laughs Something you don’t remember anymore

She meets your parents, you’re too nervous to eat the lasagna your dad made. Afterwards, you and your mom do the dishes and she tells you:

She’s too good for you, you always ruin what you like the most She’s exactly like you said she’d be, a big smile on her face

You don’t

She probably doesn’t like you, but don’t give up! I mean, hey, she did choose to kill you.

Maybe! Try talking to her more at school, she might feel the same! You deserve someone who will blush at everything you say!

She sits next to you while you’re dying, you hear your grandkids in the hallway. You regret: Everything Nothing

She definitely does! You go girl! Try asking her out, we know she’ll say yes.