You’re a strange one…But I like you anyways. When you’re around I get all nervous, which is actually extremely annoying. I must seem so boring to you when we speak because I never have anything good to say. I really can’t think of anything to say, I’d rather just look at your eyes.
Your hair is strange and you wear summer clothing during winter, you say you’re not cold but I don’t see how’s thats possible. You talk a big game in real life but I’ve seen your softer side. You make inappropriate jokes I don’t find funny but I laugh anyways. Your speech is dismissive and you always think you’re right, but I’ve seen you care about things.
I want you to teach me about all the things I don’t care about, just so I can see how animated you get when you talk about them.
I’m sorry I lied to you about liking you. I just couldn’t picture myself with anyone. I’ve got a lot of improving to do, but then and again so do you. You’re really not very mature.