sometimes,
i think i'm in love with you.
but that's not the right word to describe
how i feel about you.
it just. . .doesn't feel right to use that word. love. i think that word is too strong. it doesn't feel appropriate. it's not appropriate. this relationship has been one-sided for the longest time—for two years. how could it ever be appropriate?
sometimes,
on nights like these,
it hits me how much i like you.
i feel like
as each day passes,
i fall for you
more,
more,
more,
and more.
sometimes,
i think over the conversations we have
no matter how long or how short they are.
sometimes,
i overanalyze your past replies
and see if there's any meaning
behind them.
spoiler!
there probably isn't.
even though you are a dry texter,
thinking about our past conversations
makes me happy.
thinking of talking to you again
makes me happy.
it makes me think,
it doesn't matter if you're a dry texter.
i would still be happy
that i got to talk to you,
that you made an effort
to keep the conversation going.
today, i walked past you after school while i headed to my locker. although no words were exchanged, no eye contact was made, and no interactions happened, it made my day. i think that seeing you at least once each day makes me happy.
sometimes,
i wonder if you are my motivation.
but that doesn't sound right. maybe it's better to say that you are the cause of my euphoria? i am unsure, but that still doesn't sound right.
i'm trying to say that the mere possibility of seeing you later in the day gives me extra strength to get out of bed on a school morning.
. . .that is motivation, isn't it?
but despite all of that, sometimes,
i wonder if this type of thinking is healthy.
—ongoing infatuation
