I don’t even know if I like you. There was never that instant attraction I had with the people I liked before. When I first met you I thought you were good looking for sure, but I couldn’t see anything else except what you looked like. This isn’t lust, is this even like? When I think of you I feel confused, and I’m even kind of confused about that.

I’m not even really your friend. Just an acquaintance that happens to know you through some other people and goes to the same events you do. When I catch you alone, the conversation never flows smoothly. I try my best to make conversation, but when there’s silence I don’t even know if it’s comfortable or not.

I hardly know you, I don’t even know why I’m thinking about you so much. But I remember a time when I caught your eyes, and looked a second longer then you should have. And I remember when I first started seeing you smile. I remember thinking, I didn’t think he could be so light hearted, cute.

And today, when you weren’t even trying to hide what you were feeling, I couldn’t understand enough to know what not to say. Sorry.

When I think of you I feel confused. But if I’m thinking of you this much, I guess that means I don’t not like you, right?

Damn it.