love song

I ended up liking you a lot more than originally planned.

At first I thought you were funny.

Then funny and nice.

Then funny, nice, and smart.

Slowly the things kept adding up until I realized that "I like you."

Then I was told on good authority, that you liked me.

Thats when I decided I didn't really like you.

Joke's on me.

Apparently you don't just decide that.

I found out that I really did like you. A lot.

When she was talking to you.

And I found myself shooting lasers at her with my eyes.

When I felt that little green eyed monster stir inside me.

Yes, I was jealous.

I am pretty sure that she likes you.

So that made it worse.

I was very, very jealous.

I found myself coming up with hypothetical situations in which you loved me.

I kept those little situations to myself.

Well mostly, Riley got to endure them too, as I talked aloud.

Not that I would ever let you know.

Because, in the words of Randal Marsh,

"Telling someone you like them in Junior High is the equivalant of a marriage purposal."

Because, I'm scared about what you'd say.

just breathe.