You Make Me Happy

I imagine this is what it would be like to have a boyfriend. It's nice. I think I'll like it, but for right now, it's not a relationship. Honestly, I don't fully understand why we're doing this. Why you're doing this. You didn't want someone to care about, you made that clear. But then maybe I was the exception? Why I chose not to notice until now astonishes me. Why did it take our friend to bring it up, telling me it shocked him we never developed into something, for me to think about you? Why didn't you say anything? You knew, didn't you? You knew I'd come around. Well, at least sometimes it seems like you did. It seemed as if you knew all along that we would be okay. Well, we are, aren't we? I love what we're doing. But what are we doing? Well, I can't talk for you, but I'm genuinely happy. I'm happy when I spend time with you. I'm happy when we're talking. I'm happy when you message me good morning and when you wish me luck on my exams. I'm happy when we eat together and when you hold the door for me. I'm happy when you tease me and lay beside me. You make me happy. So does anything else matter? I don't think so.

Scratch

i didn't want to fall

A Signing Bonus

We weren’t anything. I understand that.

Go and talk and be with whomever you want.

Don’t let me find out.

If I find out, that’s the end of whatever we had.

I’m down for casual.

I’m down for nothing serious.

But I will not be played as a fool

I will not be treated like a second option.

I am a first round draft pick

I intend to be treated as one.