bye-bye hang out partner.

you are so "a good friend." and i like hanging out with you. it's so nice being able to talk to you for 2 and half an hour with just one topic and end up laughing because we're hungry [that's weird], and then getting ourselves hamburgers [no mayo]. i am just so carefree when i'm with you so i ride well, but don't hand in your dictionary and get another meaning for that, because all we have is plainly friendship. i love my man.

well.. yeah, as if i can control this.. i think i have a crush on you [oh-how alert!]. and, and, i musn't go out with you anymore! this is horrifying. i have a boyfriend. you're single, and adorable, and a lot of girls out there would probably wanna hang out with you. so, go. i used to think i wouldn't fall over the mud, but now i am and it's actually quick sand, the smile drowns me in and i can't breath. i can't even say i wanna get outta here now! i have a crush on you and i'm not liking it. i'm starting to dress up a little too girly than i was dressing up before, and when i talk to you, i become more careful of the words and you know what? i know why, because i'm already crushing you and i know this will break my heart one day. so, i've gotta just stop this.