Boy, I can’t figure you out.
I confess, I like you. But you knew that already! In fact, you told me you didn’t feel the same way. Then this semester starts, and suddenly, you are touchy feely, flirtatious, and, I don’t know, different. We danced last night, we had so much fun! Granted, you were drunk, and I was high, but during the day? Both of us were just…us. We were perfect. You grabbed my face last night. I know you wanted to kiss me, and I’m sorry I turned away. But can you blame me? Really? I put myself out there and you shot me down. Only to come back at me, guns hot. Of course I’m not going to let you in, just like that.
What am I supposed to think? Your roommates like me, I know. And you’ve obviously showed them that you like me, because last night, they pushed us together. They have before. Why can’t you just let me know how you really feel? Are you seriously just playing me?
Please, I need you to just be straight with me.