You like me. So very much. And I like that. But I don't know if I like you. This is a new situation for me. And I'm sorry for my bluntness and I'm also sorry for not telling you a lot of things. But you think I'm perfect for you, so I'm mostly sorry that you aren't perfect for me.
And I'm gonna keep this going, because I like the things you say to me. I like the attention. I like having something. All I feel right now is a little attachment. Maybe it'll develop into something more. Even though I know it shouldn't. But for now... I don't mind what is going on. I really hope you don't either.
Just don't ever stop liking me so much, okay?