Every time I see you you do such fantastic things that it drives me crazy. You are singly the sweetest man I've ever met in my life. I adore you so completely. I wish a thousand million times you'd give me another chance. I don't want to smother you with how much I love you, I want to play it cool. I don't know what to do, if I should stop telling you how great you've been, or stop talking to you, or what. But I treat you like I'd treat a friend that is as nice to me as you are-- I don't exceed friendship levels, though I find you very attractive.
I don't know what to do. But that doesn't stop me from loving you.
Do you love me? It's something I really want to know. I think you do. But I wish you'd tell me if you didn't. Honestly. And not just to save me.
Not that it'd change much.
You're the best thing that's ever come my way. I wish I could be with you so much.