pink comes up to me and asks who i have a crush on i look around, picking a random boy and say “him.” by tomorrow, everyone will know. but i don’t actually like him.
yellow comes up to me and asks who i have a crush on i’ve grown, matured, and yet i still look around, pick a girl from my friend group and say “her.” by tomorrow, all my friends but her will know but i don’t actually like her.