confusion
You're the one person I've wanted since I was sixteen. You're the one I've held every other guy up to you. You were the standard they could never live up to. You make me smile, you make me feel good, you make me feel good about myself. Are we more than just friends? I thought we'd moved past the relationship point. I thought we'd moved on to a more intimate, but platonic, relationship. But here we are. Boyfriend and girlfriend. And I'm confused.
You're the guy I met that night. You were so nice to me. You're the guy I met again, a month ago. And then I fell for you. You're the one that makes my stomach do flips, makes my heart pound, makes me feel like I'm falling. You make me smile, make me feel good, make me feel good about myself. Are we more than just friends? No, we're not. We can't be. Right? Of course we can't. Yet, I still can't help entertaining the idea... I'm confused.
Fuck.
You're the guy I met that night. You were so nice to me. You're the guy I met again, a month ago. And then I fell for you. You're the one that makes my stomach do flips, makes my heart pound, makes me feel like I'm falling. You make me smile, make me feel good, make me feel good about myself. Are we more than just friends? No, we're not. We can't be. Right? Of course we can't. Yet, I still can't help entertaining the idea... I'm confused.
Fuck.