Nothing. 

So. I like you. Not cause I think you’re cute but because you’re all kinds of things. You like sports, you sing and for some reasons. you actually listen to me. Not the kind of listen that you just say you understand but you actually don’t but the kind that you actually get where I’m coming from. you actually get what I was trying to say.

And the thing is. I feel like I’m back in high school. I know you don’t see me that way. When you look at me, I’m just like your.. sister or your friend. Which sucks but I totally understand. You barely know me.

But the thing is. You’re all I’ve been thinking about for the past.. week. And I shouldn’t. Cause I know I shouldn’t let myself obsess over something trivial like this.

So. I’m going to have to start to try not thinking about you and maybe stop talking to you ae?

I hope I can.