I think I'm infatuated with the idea of you. It certainly doesn't feel like we're friends when we hang out. But maybe that's just me. Or maybe that's because I have yet to let my guard down fully when I'm with you. Or something like that.

I think it's just me though, who's on the side awkwardly toeing the line of attraction I feel. Me, who over thinks things and who's usually good with conversation but horrendous when I feel any sort of attraction towards someone. Me who's usually the type to confront someone I care because- I care. But, also, me who's scared of the potential of caring too much that I get hurt.
Where is the courageous me?

Right now?

Balled up in the corner of my couch- watching golden girls.