I love how you can focus yourself on something. I'm really jealous of that ability, since now I can't seem to focus on anything for very long at all before you pop up in my head again.
It's not funny, it's not sweet.
You're not interested in me, you're just a very nice boy. That's just the way it seems to be.
But every time I remember some conversation, some little moment, or some quality (like that particular sort of not-quite-fidgety energy you move with), I grin like a goddamned idiot and it's just not fair.
I should tell you how I feel. I need to think of a good way to do it. It's just that I pretty fragile right now and I don't think I could handle the really awkward and somehow tactful rejection I'd inevitably get.
-e.r.s
