maybe

I don't think you even notice.

sometimes I think you do, when you look over and smile, or try your hardest to make small talk. it's not your fault I'm not good at talking to people in general.

but guys are cryptic. and you're harder to read than most.

I only see you maybe once a week, but every time I keep hoping you'll say something, anything, to prove this isn't all in my head.

but who am I to judge? I know nothing about this sort of thing. I doubt you do either.

by the time we figure this out, It'll be too late.