Close to relapsing

Day four: I couldn't help but think about you. I miss your random messages and how you still ask "how are you", your most hated question. 

I want to tell you that I do like you. Not just like, but like, like you. I don't know if you like me too. Like, like me too. I guess I'll never know. 

I need to flush you out of my system. I need to shift to another direction because I can't go on waiting for you. You might be waiting for someone, too. 

But I wish you'd tell me so that I won't look stupid, going along..

I have to fight.