Courtney,

I can tell by the way you act that you like me–always happy, always smiling and laughing (even at my dumbest jokes) and flirting and playfighting (any excuse to touch, huh?), always staring deep into my eyes with such prolonged eye contact.

And . . . I can tell that you try to hide it, cause you think you shouldn’t like me. But it’s okay. I hope you realize that soon–that it’s okay–because trying to hide it and trying to pretend you aren’t into me is making things awkward. You’re so concerned with not admitting your feelings for me, afraid of what I and others would say, that you’ve forgotten how to have a normal conversation.

I won’t rush you (that’s why I’m posting here, where you almost certainly won’t see it). I just hope you learn that your feelings for me are okay. Better than okay. Loving someone is one of the most amazing feelings in the world, second only to being loved back.

I should know. I love you back. I’m only keeping it inside until you’re comfortable with yourself.