He almost said it.
Well, he said it. He almost did. Anyway, he likes me. Likes me so much he came to seek me out after 3 years. 4 years. Whatever. He makes me feels I'm so special. He makes me want to hit him over the head with something heavy. Give him time, and he'll make me want other things too. He's not handsome. He doesn't read books as I do. He isn't my type. But he makes it clear he wants to be with me, and likes my company. And, hell, I want a relationship. I want to feel loved. Even though I don't really love in return. Am I horrible? Maybe I am.