I wish I knew what you were thinking. We barely talk, and maybe all the little things I notice mean nothing to you, but sometimes you make me wonder if you feel something too. And I hate how much I’ve started thinking about it, because somewhere between all the confusion and wondering, I think I’ve started liking you. Maybe I’m completely wrong. Maybe you’ll never even see this. But if there really is something between us, I wish you’d be brave enough to find out. You don’t need some perfect confession or a big romantic moment. Just talk to me. Come up to me when you see me, message me, give me something real instead of leaving me to wonder. I promise I’m probably just as nervous as you are. And if I’ve imagined all of this, that’s okay. I’d rather know and finally let it go than keep searching for meaning in every little thing you do. But if you do like me, please don’t wait forever. I’m right here.