i wonder what would happen if you broke up with her and i had the chance to go after you. would i still smile at you every time i saw you in the hallway? would i still wait for you to say hi and then act like i wasn’t expecting it? i hate to say it but i think i’d go back to treating you like a friend; the butterflies would leave with the fear that she might find out i had feelings for you. maybe i don’t want you, i just like the idea of something i can’t have.