After all the late night texting and flirting, I can't help but to like you more. I know you'll never actually leave her for me, but I can't help wishing for it late at night with you on my mind. It's selfish of me to want you, yet I can't find it in me to stop. Why can't I stop? I should set boundaries, pull away from you completely even, but I'm weak when it comes to you. My trusted friends tell me to ask you to choose, ask you if you like me back, regardless of how obvious it seems that you do. I'd never tell you what I really feel, but I won't correct you on your assumptions either, for they're likely to be the truth. What is the truth between us, in the first place? If we ever dated, would you do the same to me as you did to her? It'd kill me if you would, but who's to say we'd ever date? For I'm the one who's clearly pining over something I may never have.
