To you. Yeah, you.

You probably saw this coming, in one way or another. Maybe you had your suspicions but didn't want to jump the gun on something you weren't 100% sure of. Or maybe you had no idea, because you never even thought of me in that way. But if you're browsing this subreddit like I do, hoping for some sort of sign, then here it is.

I'm in love with you. Like an idiot, I fell in love with you. I'm not sure if it was by proximity or just being affection-starved for so long, but I'm past the point of "catching feelings". I'm genuinely in love with you and it scares the hell out of me. Every time you hold my hand, every time you laugh at one of my jokes, every time you say my name it's like I'm getting the wind punched out of me. You make me dizzy. I've never felt longing like this, because I don't let myself fall for people this easily. But you just get me in a way that no one else does. You're everything I'm missing, you're the excitement that I haven't had in so long. It's always us at the end of the night after everyone else is long gone, and those gentle moments always send me home smiling. Everything about you is cozy. Our unspoken routines, inside jokes, the late night delirium from sleep deprivation and too much weed.

I'm breaking my own heart by letting this continue, but if things just stay the same, nothing bad can happen. If neither of us address it, we can just stay in this little bubble we've made where the line between 'romantic' and 'platonic' is blurred. And if you don't feel the same way, I never have to know.