I have absolutely no reason to like you. Except everything you do fascinates me.*
Like how whenever you make fun of me or call me a stupid name, you smile at me.
******* it’s so cute how you call me a name and then look away and look back at me and smile, because you know I can’t stay mad.
Even though you completely destroy my self confidence, I just can’t seem to get enough of it.
I don’t mean to take a really long time to text you back, but you make me nervous.
So if you wonder why it takes me 20 minutes to reply, it’s because I don’t want to say the wrong thing to you.
I get nervous to spend time alone with you because you make me so nervous, so nervous that I typed nervous four times in this one sentence.
How it drives me crazy when you don’t text me back, because all I want to do is talk to you.
How you don’t care what you look like, how you don’t try at all, but you still look so good to me.
How every time you compliment me my stomach drops.
Even though its only a drill, because we made a deal that if you’re mean to me that you have to say something nice.
We’re nothing more than friends, but when I’m with you there’s no place I’d rather be.
And I hate how I don’t know how you feel about me, and I can’t help myself but keep chasing you.
*I have absolutely no reason to like you. Except everything you do fascinates me.