by Sine Qua Non
This is weird.
I have to continuously ask myself whether I’m actually attracted, superficially drawn, slightly amused, or completely delusional. This is funny because I wouldn’t really call myself confused because I’m not problematically head over heels although there is a nagging sense of interest that I wish I didn’t feel.
One thing for sure, you’re totally not my type.
So why am I hoping that I’m yours?