I like a girl.
Really really like her.
She doesn't like me.
We were never really friends.
Really just friends of friends.
But friendly enough where we could sit at the same lunch table.
We talk about a lot of things.
She laughs at what I say.
I laugh at what she says.
Things are nice.
I like her to the point where I can't talk to her.
Where I don't want to talk to her.
Because I know I'll mess something up.
I don't think we would go out if we had the chance.
I don't think I'd want us to go out.
Things would get complicated after we break up.
But things are weird now.
Remember how I said I screw up talking to her?
I occasionally talk about how we could go out.
And don't make a smooth recovery back to normal conversation.
I just want one thing to happen.
I don't care if we don't go out.
I mean I never did.
Let's just stay friends for a while.
Joke around a lot.
Make things not weird.
Because I can't stop thinking about her.