You know what's most depressing?
Realizing the person you have fancied for some weeks is actually quite dull.
Not meant in an unfriendly way but utterly, completely dull.
I had anticipated talking to this person for some time. We chatted, wrote texts and I got to know more about that person. At first, it seemed interesting, a lot of stories about that person's stay in the Netherlands, about friends and their lives. It lasted for about two weeks, I think. Then the stories repeated themselves. And when the shallow topics became deeper, the realization that this person barely knew anything more than general knowledge was inevitable.
Now I feel drained.
