My heart was beating a thousand times faster than usual as I made the gap between us smaller. It was involuntary; I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean for either one to happen. The subject was innocent enough: books. I didn’t even have a claim on him. If someone asked I told them quite firmly: No one. I like no one.

I think.

He’s funny. And, I guess, he’s sorta cute. Him and I have been friends for forever. Not, like, story type best friends but friends. He’s smart and can carry an intelligient conversation along. He has good taste in sports though I can imagine pointless conversations about the appeal of watching sports on TV in our future. I find myself wishing he was at places I was so we could talk or just hang out. He’s someone who’s easy to be around and this wouldn’t be the first time I fell for him.

But I think, for once, he likes me, too.

One perpetual question is now rooted in my mind:
Do I like him or am I just creating more confusion for myself?