that’s it that’s the tweet. I know it’s not a tweet. and that’s not just it. i have no idea how i feel about you, like, it’s not a gimmick, i really don’t know. i know i’m not in love with you, i think i know i like you but i’m not even really sure cause i don’t know how much of you i actually know. i know you make me laugh – well it makes me laugh to hear your stories. i know i like that maybe you like me a little because never in a million years would i ever think a girl as beautiful as you could find me attractive. so i think the teenager in me definitely likes you, might even be hopelessly in love with you. but i’m not, thank god, cause it would be creepy and you’d probably break my heart. i like seeing you. i like it a lot when we touch hands as if we didn’t know how to do more than that but we both do so why don’t we... i don’t know but i like it, i think it’s sexier than a lot of actual all the way sex i’ve had. i like when i get a message from you and i like when you say you want to see me. but i don’t like when afterwards you diss me, i’m not after you so why. i like your lips. i like that one memory when we went to the beach and we kissed and i had no idea what to do because this is all so strange and i like that you did something. i would like to think i like we have this bond but then i think maybe not. i went to that beach again for the first time last week. i like your skin. i like that you’re queer. i like that you’re gorgeous and shy and completely insecure, it gives perspective. i like that i’ve met you. i think i like that i like you. i like that when i was so down you were the one person that made me forget i was down, because i didn’t have to tell you about why i was down, i would just laugh at the stuff you’d tell me. i like that this thing doesn’t make sense. i like that wow we met more than a year ago and... i guess i just like that i know you. what’s the difference between that and just liking you? i’m not sure but i’m sure there’s one.Â