I think I might be in love with you
I think I might be in love with you. Goofy you, sweet you, insensitive, good natured, selfish, wonderful you. Do you love me? Do you care about me at least a little? You know I have feelings for you, and you know what I want. You say it's not what you want, but you keep coming back to me, and you treat me so well...what are you thinking? Is it really just about wanting freedom? Have you slept with anyone else? I don't think you have, but I don't know for sure. I haven't. I couldn't. The thought makes me ill. You're all I want. I don't want words or promises or anything from you I'm not already getting, which is friendship and s**. It's sharing you that I don't want. And the wonder and the worry is driving me mad.