I don’t really like hugs, they’re always cheap and forced and I hear complaints when I present apathy with them, but I want to hug you or something so bad. I still love you, like you, whatever it was. I know we weren’t dating. I like you so much that I wouldn’t drape my arms over you. I’d put all of my oomph into it. I haven’t met a person like you anywhere else in my life. You’re one of a kind, that’s probably why I feel this way. You’re fun and nice and open and silly, a bit chaotic sure but that doesn’t mean that you’re a racist homophobic piece of shit unlike other guys I’ve met with those traits, if I were in a relationship with you I’d trust you to not objectify me and touch me constantly. I could see you not going out to dates or anything that often, but I’d be fine with that. As long as I was by your side sometimes. I wish it wouldn’t be awkward for me to up and say this, especially whereas I did say that I thought I liked you but realized I didn’t, but I still do. I’m sorry