Smiling's My Favourite

Everything is just better when I'm texting you. I don't know how to explain it. But when we aren't texting, I don't know, I just wonder things. It's better when we're texting. I feel like you're thinking about me. Maybe even about what happened. We're having a hench text joke about a girl who for the purpose of this blog I shall name Ellie. It's making me smile. You didn't come tonight, but we were texting so it was okay. It was quite fun actually, but if you'd been there it would have been 100 times better. I'm seeing you on Tuesday, but I doubt anything will happen. I reckon it will just be a few long lingering looks, but that's enough for me, they keep the fire burning. I should definitely be listening to the voice of reason and wisdom, who I shall call Annie. I definitely won't remember all these different names! But yes, Annie says I should tell you to stop. But I can't. I think tonight I finally admitted it to myself that I actually really like you. I didn't want to say it because of the whole situation but tonight I did. I told Annie and I told someone else too. But that's it. They are the only two people I can trust with this. Annie probably knows the right thing to do. But I can't. Firstly, I'm so bad at talking about things. And secondly, I'm not ready to stop. Let's just let it play out and see what happens. The other person I told just said how good it was to see me smiling. And I'd rather go with that point of view to be honest. I like smiling. In the words of Elf... 'Smiling's my favourite!'.