My self-esteem is low, so I have trouble believing you would want to date me. I can’t imagine anyone falling asleep thinking about me. I can’t picture living happily ever after because I have grown used to disappointments.
But at the same time, all of the signs are there. You have been acting like you like me. You have been giving me all the green lights.
Whenever you walk into the room, the sexual tension is obvious. There is clearly something stirring between us.
I want to take the next step with you, but it hasn’t happened yet, which is why I’m worried I am only seeing what I want to see. I’m worried I am tricking myself into believing a pretty little lie.
What if I have been overthinking things? What if the conversations we’ve had late at night and the jokes we’ve tossed back and forth don’t mean as much as I have hoped?
I can’t tell whether you have been complimenting me as a friend or as something more. I can’t tell whether you have only been texting me or whether your phone is filled with a thousand other girls. I’m not sure whether you treat everyone like this or whether I’m something special.
I don’t want to embarrass myself by assuming you have strong feelings for me. I don’t want to assume you are being flirtatious when you are only being friendly. I don’t want to look like an idiot.
A part of me is convinced that you feel the same way about me, because the way you have been acting suggests there is something between us. Another part of me is convinced that you are completely out of my league and there is no chance in hell you like me back.
I keep going back and forth about the way I think you feel. I keep second-guessing my instincts.
I can’t tell whether you like me back or are only being nice to me because you feel bad for me. Because you can tell that I like you.
Even though your intentions have been hard to decipher, I’m pretty sure my feelings for you are obvious. I have trouble keeping my emotions hidden. My thoughts are written all over my face.
I’m sure you have seen me staring at you for a second too long. I’m sure you know why I stay up late texting you and like every single one of your selfies. I’m sure you can tell exactly what has been going through my mind, even though I don’t have a clue what’s going through yours.
I am an open book. I am easy to read. I am not the kind of person who sends mixed messages.
I hate how hard you are to figure out, because guessing what you want from me is driving me crazy. I just want to know whether you want me as badly as I want you. I just want to know whether I am wasting my time.