I went from depressed, to normality, to apathy, to "I really need you. I really do. I barely know you. I just need to." And you know, I really like you. I really do.
You're probably the only one that can cheer me up when I've had the worst of days. I'm not sure how. You're not sure either. There's nothing new between what you say and what the last person said, that I can think of. Is it just the way you say it ?
And you know, I've had silly little crushes. Most of which I've gotten over in a week. But you've been making me weak at the knees for months. When I'm around you, I can't speak properly, you know. You look at me in a sympathetic manner and smile your silly smile. And I can't help but to smile because I like the way you look at me.
And you say that we're not impossible, but if so, why hasn't anything happened yet ? And you've told me how you feel about me, but I can't help but to wonder if you're just saying that to make me feel better. I wouldn't blame you; I am sort of the person you'd want to cheer up for competition. But it's so easy for you; just look at me the way you do.