I won't say
I guess I'm in love. That's not good.
Well, it isn't so that one of us is in a relationship or something like that, but somehow it's strange for me.
I know this guy since seven years! The first five years I didn't even liked him, because he was so quite and seemed to be interested only to himself. During some excursions with my class I had to speak to him and I learned to know him. He doesn't say a lot, but what he says is always the right thing. We became friends and by now we work at the same schoolproject together. That's why I saw him a lot at the last time. Sometimes when my friends think about good looking guys, then he is named. I used to admid that he looks good, but I never thought about being together with him. The broad hint to me was this one time when he bend down. When the shirt of a guy rides up and I can see his whole underwear and even some more, normally I look away thinking "Oh God, why isn't he able to dress himself right", but this time I just thought "uhhh yeah". The other thing is that I dreamed about him and my best friend walking by hand in hand. I was so jealous while I was still sleeping. But as far as I was awake and thought about it, I didn't care. Seems like there's something deep inside me, that I don't want. The funny thing is that I used to tell "I didn't like you, but now I think you're so cool!" and he looked at me so confused and disappointed, it made me laugh.
Well, it isn't so that one of us is in a relationship or something like that, but somehow it's strange for me.
I know this guy since seven years! The first five years I didn't even liked him, because he was so quite and seemed to be interested only to himself. During some excursions with my class I had to speak to him and I learned to know him. He doesn't say a lot, but what he says is always the right thing. We became friends and by now we work at the same schoolproject together. That's why I saw him a lot at the last time. Sometimes when my friends think about good looking guys, then he is named. I used to admid that he looks good, but I never thought about being together with him. The broad hint to me was this one time when he bend down. When the shirt of a guy rides up and I can see his whole underwear and even some more, normally I look away thinking "Oh God, why isn't he able to dress himself right", but this time I just thought "uhhh yeah". The other thing is that I dreamed about him and my best friend walking by hand in hand. I was so jealous while I was still sleeping. But as far as I was awake and thought about it, I didn't care. Seems like there's something deep inside me, that I don't want. The funny thing is that I used to tell "I didn't like you, but now I think you're so cool!" and he looked at me so confused and disappointed, it made me laugh.