I love you, or at least, I feel like I do. You never fail to amaze me. It's probably best if nothing happened though. I mean, I doubt you even feel the same way at all. I want you to focus on your dreams. I want you to succeed without me pulling you behind. The thought hurts to think about, but I guess it's just the hard truth to swallow. It feels weird saying that I love you even though we met only a couple of months before school started. Maybe I just romanticize everything; that's probably more likely. I'm tired of being the one to confess to people. I want someone to confess to me instead. I want you to think it over; to know and be sure that I'm the one you want. Of course, that's all just fantasy. Is it so wrong to want someone understand all of you? Even your flaws and nasty parts? Oh god I feel so guilty for feeling this way. If I ever told him any of this he'd probably be SO weirded out.