Apparently you talk about me.
Not in a bad way. In a good way. Suddenly other friends know my good news before I tell them. It's a little odd. Because I know I talk a lot about you, but...you've never talked about me. And now according to a couple of people, my name is constantly on your tongue.
I don't get it. I really don't. Because you aren't supposed to care this much. I'm used to you not caring, I can handle that. But you caring just a little more than I thought? I'm not so sure. It's scary. I kind of would rather you not care. Makes me remember I have no chance.
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