I really like you and I don’t know what to do about it. I have for nearly a year. I try to just ignore it at work. I can’t tell if you see it when I talk to you, I think it would be hard not to, I’m so painfully obvious, looking at you like you hung the moon when you talk to me. I don’t want to make things weird, but it’s getting hard to ignore now. I wish I had the guts to ask you to hang out. I don’t even know if you notice. You’re so sweet to everybody that I can’t tell. I hope you like me too. It’s okay if you don’t, I would hate to make things hard for you. I know I’m a lot, I can be harsh, and annoying, and I talk too much. You make me want to be kinder, more gentle, which is something I’ve never really been. I love being around you and I don’t know how much more I can take before it just…comes out. I wish I could just say it. I wish I wasn’t absolutely terrified to speak up. I wish I was palatable and nice and sweet and that you’ll like me even though I’m not. I want to know you. Really know you. I hope you want to know me. It’s driving me crazy. And all I can do is shut up.