Maybe this would be better suited for Like a Little, but (one) we don’t go to the same school and (two) a like you more than a little.
I like your goofy face (that I haven’t seen in person since high school) and your humor (that I struggle to keep up with). I like your taste in music (marvelous) and I like that you muddle through chatting with me when I’m drunk (after a point I insist that I need my computer so I can IM you). I like that you make an effort to talk to me (even though I’m awkward) and you don’t really call me out on (what I think are) my obvious feelings.
But, regardless of how cerulean your eyes are, I love my boyfriend. I’ve learned it’s natural to develop crushes in long-term relationships and it’s you always flickering in my peripheral. Managing to find me from miles away to make me inadequate and ecstatic at the same time. I feel like I’m thirteen again, suffering through a crush that’s most likely unrequited and that I refuse to act on.
I can’t tell you, I won’t tell. I may continue to talk to you less and less, although you’re one of the few almost-friends I have. The fact is that I like you a lot.