Admitting I like him makes me vulnerable, and that’s not usually a card I ever give up. Not anymore. Because, to be honest, I don’t just like him. It’s more than that. I think about him. I miss him when he’s not around. It’ll hurt if he has to leave as suddenly as he appeared. He’s quiet, and the heat of embarrassment blankets my skin. Awesome. Good going, Ryen. Maybe all he liked about you was that you weren’t clingy, and now you’re acting like you’re in love with him.
