i dont know if i like you. like, like *like* you. most of the times we’re just friends, besties, even. i’d throw random pick up lines at you and you’d sus me out, as per usual, all in good fun. i do this with everyone - the random pick up lines - but with you, something feels different. perhaps i do mean it when i say you’ve been running around my mind all day, when i say i miss you already when it’s only been a day apart. your presence is ever so comforting, it almost feels like home, and every second spent with you, whether we’re doing something or nothing, is worth it. all i know is you’re someone important. others may pat my head, engulf me in hugs, or lazily play with my fingers and all i think about is how i wish they were you instead. sometimes it feels like maybe, just maybe, you like me too, with the way your fingers cautiously reach out to pat my head, only to gingerly brush my hair and withdraw after a moment’s hesitation, the way you say you wish to hang out with me and watch sunsets, the way you say you want to ‘claim’ me back, the way you look at me with all the joy in your eyes. but then you pull back, putting distance between us again with the damn word, ‘bestie’, leaving me waiting hours for your reply, watching you hang out with someone else and seem so happy without me, leaving me to question everything. maybe it’s just all in my head, maybe i just needed someone to like, and that someone is unfortunately, you. maybe i just like the idea of you, and not you. i dont know. i dont know if i like you.