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?

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