hereās the thing:
i like you. too much to where i second guess every word in every text, every breath in every phone call, every glance at my phone when i get a new notification. i like you so much to the point of reliving moments in the car when you told me about music that i havenāt listened to enough. i like you to the point where i want to say iām taken but canāt. i like the fact that you donāt care and say whatās on your mind without a second thought. i like how daring you are, and how much of an incredible performer you are. you arenāt ever bad at it even on yourĀ ābad daysā. i like that you call me out on my bullshit and care about me when my anxiety is high. i like how aware you are of whatās going on around you, unlike most men i know.Ā
i like you so much that it disgusts me. i like you enough to recoil into my own cave and never admit how i feel ever again. its cringey! its strange! itās all so new and so refreshing yet so scary at the same time.Ā
youāve told me you like me too, but you just need some time. i understand where you are coming from, but i wonāt give up waiting.Ā
you make me blush and i hate you for it. i hate that i have to write the most cliche bullshit just to admit that iām falling for someone so hard. i hate that i talk about you every. single. day. because i want to shut up about all of it.
but i canāt.
now please stop being the nicest so i can refrain from writing a YA novel about you. i donāt want to hit that kind of a low.
