Secret Confessions

First, I wrote a letter to you on LJ for a community which has people put in letters, lists, and whatever on stuff they’ll do before they go. Here, I confess again. I love you. I’m getting sick of typing that. I actually want to say it. But hell, what if I do? What happens to us? Do you even like me? It’s painful, you know. And confusing as hell. There are times when I just want to break down and cry. Last night, I put the songs on my computer on shuffle, and all the songs that began playing reminded me of you. I almost cried. When we spend time together, I act as if there’s nothing. They tell me I shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t, probably. Yet again, I return to that particular night when we both got drunk, when they said we kissed. Did I kiss you? Or did you kiss me? Okay. I should stop going back to that. And I should stop this. I need sleep. I’ll see you anyway tomorrow. Another day with you. Right. Let’s see if something else happens. Hopefully, you’ll do something. Help me here. Please.