I really like you. I don’t feel like it’s safe to say that I’m in love with you, but you are one of the few people I enjoy spending time with day to day and actually seek out to do so. I know you’re with him and he’s probably better for you anyway, and that you two are probably in love or something of the sort. But I fantasize of you two breaking up and you getting together with me. I’m probably a terrible person.
