I have a crush on you. It's little now, it might grow bigger. I can't stop thinking of you. That sounds obsessive. What I mean is, when I'm in class, when I'm sitting around, I kind of wish you were here. I'm not normally like this, just so you know, but I can't help myself. When I see you, I pretend I don't notice you for the first second or so, but my heart is really pattering a bit faster than normal as I try not to say or do anything lame.

I like when you ask if I'd like to accompany you to dinner. I get a little happier when I see you've texted me. I'm so LAME. I don't buy into all that romantic drivel. This isn't me. I'm not one to giggle over doodling a boy's name in my notebook. Yet something funny has happened, something I'm enjoying but don't want to admit that I am. Feelings are strange creatures, they are. Feelings evade you for so long then grab hold of you and demand you give up your wallet. You're powerless against them; you're a slave to their whims until they've grown tired of you.

I wonder if you like me. It would be great if you did yet it could mean we are treading towards dangerous waters. If it gets more serious than the "do you like me? check yes or no" phase, it could become stiff and uncomfortable. It's entertaining to wonder what you're thinking. Do you find me funny? Attractive? Annoying? Precious? Do you even reciprocate my juvenile feelings? Am I just another person to talk to? Oh, the ambiguity of crushes.