I wish you wouldn't call me cute,
or be so nice when I talk about losing an old friend.
I wish you wouldn't tell me you've been thinking about me.
I wish you wouldn't put on classic rock and talk with me for hours, or make me dinner and worry that I won't like it.
I wish I wasn't so comfortable in your house, on your couch, in your bed.
I wish I didn't think you were going to kiss me when I left because you looked at me the way you used to before you'd kiss me.

I wish that all of these things meant you wanted me to be your girlfriend.