I’m falling for you again, and I’m not yet sure how I feel about that. You just make me feel so… I don’t even know. The way you smile upon seeing me makes my hopes grow, but I’ve been in this place before. We’ve already danced these steps. Although… they feel different this time. Something’s changed. Perhaps that you’re actually sweet and oh-so-loveable this time around? And in the back of my mind I wonder if there’s a chance that those hidden smiles and comments will lead to something more, best friend. Because I want them to. Very much.
I can’t tell if your voice is jealous when you bring up the boy I liked earlier this year, but I wish you’d stop asking about him. When you ask, I end up saying things that I don’t actually feel. I’ve alluded to the idea that I’m over him, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to make the message clear enough for you to understand.
And soon we won’t be spending much time together… Because once you get that truck, our conversations will be chopped to bits. And while I can imagine you driving me home or us going somewhere to spend time together, I don’t think it’s something you’d actually do.
Fuck. I love you.
