Listening to: Stealing the Moonlight - Gold Motel
And so begins the portion of the relationship where all I do is drop hints and then avoid the subject as soon as you bring it to my attention.
I guess I just want to know you pay attention (and I know you do, you pay more attention than anyone else, I think I kind of love you for it), but I don't want to actually. Tell. You.
Which is a problem.
I just really like this, I like the part where we're best friends. I don't want to fuck it up, but I'm going to, eventually, because I'm terrified of being this close to someone, and so my only solution is to screw it up.
I wish I knew if you liked me too.
Or get a girlfriend.
Uncertainty will be the death of me.