They ask, maybe you have asked it too if you know me. Do you like him? That plagues me.
I do.
But he will never know. But it's no use anyways. He likes someone else.
Fuck this sounds so cliche.
I'm trying not to sound like a love sick puppy. But I love being around him. My heart rate get higher and I can barely contain myself.
But to him I'm his best friend. But I feel more...
I fucking hate love man...
