I'm done denying it.
I'm don't telling myself that it's not true.
I'm tired of saying "I think" every time I talk about it.
I'm going to be honest with myself right now.
I love you.
There, I said it. I said it because I'm sick of acting like I just "like" you because it's obviously more than that. My friends know how much I stare when I see you.
They know that I can't help but love you when I should really hate you.
Some say that you're bad luck.
They're wrong.
They're wrong because everytime I talk to you, I become happier.
You make me laugh and smile.
I don't know if you feel the same.
I hope so, because you always talk to me. You're always bugging me in class to email you back.
And I always do.
And I always will;
Because I don't want to go a day without talking to you.
No matter what happens.
