A little over a year ago I told my sister that I think I might need to stop talking to this guy I had just met because “I think I might like him.” I can only imagine she rolled her eyes at me (we were talking on messenger) when she said “If you like him, then talk to him!” As if it were that simple. Turns out, it was. And since she’s my sister and I believe everything she says (even though that has led to some awkward conversations as I learned that everything she told me as a kid was not, in fact true) I took her advice and continued talking to him.
Turns out I kinda more than liked him -because a few months later I found myself feeling all sorts of weird things. I couldn’t figure out why I missed him when we hung up the phone, or why I worried about him when he went on a fire. I couldn’t understand why I cared if he didn’t call me one Friday night or if he didn’t text some Tuesday afternoon. Until I realized that I kinda might actually love this guy who I had met a few months prior and should probably stop talking to because I liked.






