Or so I’d say. That’d be a lie. Whenever I tell myself I only like you as a friend, that’s a lie too.
I like you a lot. You’re smart and curious and sweet and charming and all-around lovely! I’ve never met anyone like you.
And you seem as confused and alienated from the gushiness of feelings as I am… I know we’re both too messed to ever have a chance to make anything bearing even the slightest resemblance to a proper relationship, but I’d just love it if you wouldn’t forget me.