You're actually the biggest thermometer around. You play it so cool when I'm around yet when I'm not there, you act like you're all sweet, concerned and attentive. If not, I must be truly imagining whatever we have. I must be.
Why can't you come over and like say hi to me properly? Why can't you come over and kiss me? Do we just automatically forget what happened before we left for Easter and start at square one again? Just what the fuck. You're pissing me off. I know you're looking at me, by the amount of times you tried to confiscate Gomes from me. Plus surely you knew why I waited like an idiot in the hallway, even though your bathroom is like 10 metres in the opposite direction.. Right? I was giving you the massive idiot I know the chance to come and fucking talk to me. Turns out it was all in vain. The only time we touched was when I gave you the cards. No wonder our relationship is so backwards. No wonder you have to "lie to people" about us. Thought you said you didn't tell anyone... Especially the boys?! I don't know what to believe now.. I want to believe you are the Diesel I know. The one who I hang out with during the early hours of the morning. The one who I can get close to and cuddle and gross others out with our PDA. The one who walks across the room to kiss me and say hi.

The one I will miss.
The one I think I like.
The one I think I like a lot.
The one I don't want to leave.