I love you.
… I think.
I admire you. Of that I’m sure. I enjoy every ounce of your friendly affection. But I don’t know if I really love you. Maybe if we dated. Tested the waters. …Take my hand, let’s run off the end of the dock into the water. Or cannonball off the back of a pontoon. We can climb back out laughing, even if it’s too cold to swim.
I only meant to write “I love you.” It was supposed to be blunt & simple. But it’s not. I don’t know what I feel. I’m still a child.