Primary Colors.

I'm going to go ahead and assume that everybody has those nights that won't let you sleep until you get a little som'in som'in out.

Tonight... definitely one of those nights.

Here it goes:

I like you. You're cute. You make me laugh. Things are simple with you; never complicated. Not unless I feel like I did something stupid and cover it up with something even more stupid. I keep debating whether or not to be upfront with you about this; I think this is helping. This post, that is. It's a random and impulsive feeling, but it's been developing for about two weeks. It's not serious, but it's lingering longer than I assumed it would. I want to tell you and let things unravel into a possible connection, but I'm too nervous to take that risk. It would be beautiful if I could just say it in one blurp and have you respond with either, "Ok, let's get to know each other better," or, "You know, I'm just not into you that way." I would take the second just fine and it would get rid of these nagging butterflies. I don't want things to be awkward; I just want the words I can't find the courage to say to be said.

There. I already feel much better.

Now let Spring be bold and bring color into the lifeless eyes of the unconfident.

Love & miss you.