Crush

“What are you thinking?”

I’m thinking that maybe they were right and maybe you do like me, and that part of my brain is the logical part, it’s listening to what you’re saying and watching your facial expressions and how you’re moving and coming to a logical conclusion–you do like me after all, a lot. But then there’s that other part of my brain, and it’s saying that you can’t possibly feel that way about me, I must be misinterpreting signals and seeing what I want to see, and, oh no, I’m splitting again, you can’t separate the parts of yourself, it’s all you. Not black and white, not right and wrong, it’s all you, stop splitting. I’m overthinking this, I need to just say something, he must be wondering why I’m so quiet, I’m going to just say–