Remember when you were kissing me and I had a huge smile on my face? You touched my face, smiled and asked me what that was about. I blushed and said “oh, it’s nothing” and buried my face into your chest. Newsflash: It wasn’t nothing. I liked you, and in that moment realized just how much, and just how good things could be. I know you liked me too, so what the hell happened? Could you not see the way I looked at you? Did you not realize that I opened up to you more than I have to any other guy? What changed all of a sudden to make you drift away?
If I could tell you how I feel I’d say that I hate you for stringing me along like this. Just when i’m ready to give up and forget you, there you are with a glimmer of hope. Like maybe if i’m patient this will work out. Even more, I hate myself for being this pathetic. If I look at the situation logically, I can see there’s no need to freak out the way I am, but wanting you this bad is making me crazy. I’d give anything just to fall asleep with you again, and that scares the hell out of me.
Basically, If I could tell you how I feel I’d tell you to be gentle with me, because I ended up liking you way more than I intended.