I like you. To put it in a juvenile fashion... I think I like-like you. I don't think it's just an urge for physical contact, though lord knows how much I've been missing intimate hugs.

I've already expressed the possible why's, so I'm not doing it here.

I really like hugging you, though. Mm yes. I really do.

Hate your schedule, though. Hate that we live ridiculously close, but not close enough. Hate how I just can't see you spontaneously. Hate that you're going to be so fuckin' busy in the coming months and do you know? I really disliking imposing upon people. So I'm very reluctant to ask you if you could please spend more time with me.

However, I hate sounding needy so I'll probably ask you in a very roundabout way.

Maybe.

I wish I saw you today. I would have liked to see you, if only for a couple of minutes. Or ten minutes. Fifteen minutes, really.

--Or, well, a few minutes. That's better than none.


Here's a pet peeve: I wish you'd initiate some conversations. I feel like I'm the only one who wants to talk.

Or that maybe you don't like me that much. But that, however, would contradict monday's evidence.

...

Oh fuck you, Y chromosome.