You're growing on me, you know.

I like talking to you. I don't know if it's because I've gotten used to talking to you almost every day, so I enjoy the company. For a while, I thought I might be growing to like you-- at least, the possibility entered my mind as something that was potential, instead of something I could not see happening. Then I freaked out a little, because I thought, what if I only feel this way because he's the only person showing any interest in me at all right now? And then I relaxed again, because I realized that I was perfectly fine with having no interest in anyone, so my interest in you must have been real.

I like talking to you. I like that you are there, and sometimes you are the one I want to update when I have things to update to someone. But sometimes I don't think that we click.

I want to like you, and I'm afraid that that might be worse than simply not liking you.

Because I can fool myself, but only for a limited period of time. If you suddenly stopped talking to me, would I be upset? I like your consistency. I like your person, because I think you deserve goodness in your life.

I like talking to you. ?