I like you. A lot. I thought I wouldn’t. I thought it was just alcohol talking, but now I’m stone cold sober and all I think of you. And how I want to be with you. And how you probably don’t want to be with me because it WAS probably just the fact that you were drunk, and the room was dark and I was there. I feel like crap. I feel like I shouldn’t like you because you only “like” girls for one night at a time. But then again you “liked” me for two. And I want it to happen again. But I over think things. And when I see you you joke around and say mean things. Sometimes you’re nice but most of the time we keep up this act, these playfully hateful words. But I just want to crack the facade. I want you to be nice to me and hug me in public and admit that there IS something there. Everyone around us sees it and I want you to see it to because each time someone points it out to me is like a stab in the chest. Like me the way that I like you. I can’t keep playing this game.
