Lines From A Letter I'll Never Write

I don't understand you.

I keep thinking I can get over this, and then you smile at me and suddenly I'm dead gone again, and I can barely keep up a conversation much less actually say anything that matters.

I should tell you this in person.

Did you mean it when you sent that gif calling me babe or were you just tired?

Have you noticed how often we accidentally match? We apparently have extremely coordinated wardrobes.

I just found out recently that you were at our apartment almost weekly after I was asleep and somehow it never came up?? My roomies never told me?? Which makes you saying that you were there fairly often make more sense.

I just want to know if you sit that close to me on purpose, if you realise that you're always gravitating towards me in group situations.

I have been going inSANE about every detail of you, our interactions, this, since February.

It's been a long four months.

You are so exceptionally kind.

You notice people.

You remember details.

I feel like I could talk to you forever.

I've written like four songs about you. And a bunch of fragments.

Sometimes I swear it's so close, that you feel this too, that it's gonna be me and you.

But you never do anything.

And I think I gotta let this go.

I have to hear it from you though, or I'll keep hoping.

Talking to you makes me want to be a better person.

I just really enjoy spending time with you.

I really love being around you.

I think I could fall in love with you.

I know that was kind of a lot.

"My heart still holds foolish hope for you."