love is a mess.

I like him. I don't. I like him. Ughhh this never ending confusion that can alternate forever. How can one guy change everything, even you. Late night convos, destroying your bedtime only to feel sleep deprived for him. Changing your opinion so that you make a great "match." One day your charmed by his gorgeous smile, the other your unconsciously placing him in the friend zone. What if he has feelings for you? Its the ultimate question eating you alive. In class your stuck searching for him, not to see if he's present but for his presence. Only thinking about him sends a storm of butterflies rushing to your stomach. He got his cons but the waterfall of pros seems to be burying them fast, completely. Yet the uneven love has got you thinking about this all the time, infact you have a playlist or several playlists dedicated to him. Well my friend love is a tangle, trap. No, it none of those. Its a mess. Love is a mess.