“Best boss ever”

I hate when you call me that, even though I’m not even technically your “boss” it stings. I hate it because what if that’s all you ever see me as? Whenever I tell myself you might like me I’m struck down by the logical side of my brain that tells me you could never. Yet I’m still stuck here thinking of you. Thinking of how excited I was when you said you’d come to my party. How secure I felt when you said you would stay at the bar with me. I know it’s stupid and I’m wrong but something in me feels like I might be right. I just hope I can stop tearing myself apart about this soon