I really like you. I’ve gone over the moment that we made out like 1000 times in my head, and each time I replay it new memories about that night come back to me. I’ve never liked someone as much as I like you. We are good friends, and I’m worried that this might ruin that. I want more than friendship with you, and I hope you feel the same way. Whenever I see you I avoid eye contact and I make the effort not to say hello. This isn’t because I don’t like you, because I really do, but I’m afraid that you might see how much I like you in my eyes or in the enthusiastic way I greet you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and that I’ll blow my cover and you’ll see that I think I might love you. Just a little bit.
