What the hell am I doing to myself?
I’m checking my shifts against his.
I’m trying to run in to him by coincidence.
I’m thinking up silly reasons to text him.
I NEED TO STOP!
Why am I doing this again? I don’t want to be interested in him, but somehow the more we become friends the less I can think of him as just a friend.
We’ve bonded over Andy Murray, my like and his dislike. Which leaves me wondering if we’ll talk once wimbledon is over.
& isn’t it strange that I think I’ll be upset if we don’t talk.
