I have made my feelings abundantly obvious. I have done everything short of looking you directly in the eyes and saying, “I like you. Now, please ask me out.”
I have liked all of your selfies. I have complimented you on everything, from your sense of humor to your music taste to your haircuts. I have made a point to look my best and wear the perfume you like every time there is even the slightest chance of running into you.
I have remembered your birthday without being reminded by social media. I have lost sleep in order to text back and forth with you for just a little bit longer. I have chosen the closest seat to you and touched you for any reason I could come up with.
I have texted you first and kept conversations going, even when you were making that difficult. When you would reply with one word or an emoji, I would find a way to get you talking again. I came up with interesting topics. I made you laugh. I put effort into our conversations.
I have surprised you with snacks and presents that you passively mentioned liking to show you that I am willing to go out of my way for you and that I have been paying attention to you when you speak. I have been thoughtful. I have been sincere. I have done things for you that I have not even done for my closest friends.
I have gotten jealous when you brought up other girls. I have dropped hints about how I am still single. I have given you a million opportunities to ask me on a date, but I feel like you are still oblivious.
Maybe you haven’t made a move because you don’t feel the same way. Maybe you are already aware of how I feel and are ignoring my signals as a way to let me down easy. But I have a feeling that is not the case. I don’t think you even realize I am interested in you — and I’m not sure how that’s possible.
Maybe it’s because you are self-conscious. Maybe it’s because you have been misreading my signals. Maybe it’s because you haven’t been paying close enough attention.
I don’t know what else I can do to show much I like you, aside from leaning close and kissing you flush against the lips — but that is not going to happen because I cannot tell if you feel the same way. I can never guess what is running through your mind, which drives me nuts, considering I have made my feelings perfectly clear.
I’m not sure whether you like me back and aren’t sure what to do about it — or whether you don’t see me that way and intend on staying friends.
The only thing I know for sure is that I cannot make my feelings any more obvious. I cannot hint any harder about how I feel.
I like you. You should see that by now. Everybody else does.