I really can’t picture anyone at all having a crush on me. I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they lay in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.This is not poetry, but I find it somewhat poetic. Probably, not everyone has experienced these feelings/insecurities, but many of us have. How do you feel about the quote above? Have you had these feelings before? Or, are you just naturally gorgeous and charming with people falling at your feet? I know that I have felt this way in the past, still do to some extent.