I am not in love with you. That’d be creepy. I’ve only known you a few months, and we’re not like really good friends or anything. I do not want to fuck. Contrary to how The Beatles feel about it, I do not want to hold your hand. I do not be your girlfriend. I don’t want anything of the sort.
After all, I hardly know you.
But what I will get off my chest is that I find you extremely attractive. Possibly the most handsome boy I’ve seen in my life. I find you very interesting as well, and that’s about all I have to say about it.
A very average confession, but one I don’t think I’ll be comfortable making publicly any time soon. Take care.