What the hell is this
I told you in my own special way, babbling, Brushing it off the shoulder, Acting cool.
I wasn’t and you knew it. I wouldn’t even let you get a word in, so you butted in. Interrupting my words, the thunderous pounding of my heart against my chest, the tapping of my fingers on the dash.
“Why did you wait so long to tell me?” That sly smile splitting your face. I never thought I’d understand hating and loving someone so damn much at once.
I never thought the words “I like you too” would mean so much to me.
What the hell is this.














