I need to tell you something.
I didn’t get over you after I told you I liked you back in February (which was, by the way, a dick move becuase you’d just broken up with your girlfriend, I’m super sorry about that). I thought I had, I really did and it sucked when I realised I hadn’t but oh, well.
I do really like you. You’re an amazing friend, you’re nice to stare at, you’re sort of an asshole but it’s okay and you’re super interesting to talk to. I always want to be talking to you, you have no idea. It’s a little gross to be honest, but I think I’m a little obsessed with you and I came to the conclusion today that I would love to get over you.
I overthink every word and every touch and I read too much into everything and it’s a pain in the ass. Honestly, I would love to have a normal conversation with you in which I don’t contemplate the different connotations of ‘that’s so cute’ and I cannot wait for the day I can truly and honestly tell people that I would not like to date you.
Maybe I started liking you because I missed not having a crush or maybe because you were my first proper guy friend who said nice things to me or maybe just because you were a good person who found me interesting. I don’t know but it’s been a heck of a long time that I’ve liked you and I am ready to say goodbye to that sappiness.
I can’t wait to just be friends with you.