#1857:

It's funny what a rumour can do to you. What started as a handful of students' playful teasing now makes me see you in a different light. And I can't stop thinking about you and it feels so wrong. I find myself constantly talking myself out of this. 

And you. It's strange how you hardly ever respond in the group chat—even H noticed that almost all your responses there consist of "haha"s—yet you kept texting me personally while the rest of us were discussing about the lunch plan in the group chat. Why? I guess it bothered me so much last night that I dreamt of you chasing me, trying to get intimate with me, volunteering to accompany me everywhere I went. As flattering as it is, it feels wrong too. 

Just why.