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Okay, I admit it. I like him...a lot. Hell, I have on and off for a while now. And me thinking he doesn't like me (and evidence is certainly pointing me in that direction), makes me like him even more. So I am going to bask in the liking and the depression that comes with it. I'm not complaining, no way, no how. I'll get over it, I always do.
I like liking him, I just kinda wish he liked me back. Oh well, this too shall pass.
I like liking him, I just kinda wish he liked me back. Oh well, this too shall pass.