Right now, I really wish you read blogs.

This. is.

BULLSHIT.

Why can't I just grab you by the shoulders and tell you to your face...?

That my knees get super weak and I break into a cold sweat every time I see you.

Or that I get goosebumps every time you touch me.

Or that I can't wait to talk to you again after every conversation we have.

That I ignore you every time you're online so that you think I'm not looking. When in truth, I check to see if you're online. And most of the time, you are.

Or that I purposely bring you up in conversations with my friends just so I can talk about how amazing you are.

Or that I hate pretending not to care when you say something really funny, or when you say something really smart or witty. When in truth, I wanna laugh my lungs out.

I hate pretending that I feel nothing. When in truth...

I think I love you.