Maybe, just maybe
Maybe I should just stop confusing your over-friendliness to me as something else. Maybe life would be easier that way; no complications, no hard feelings, no regrets. Probably I should do that. But you never fail to make me smile. Your little texts make me happy. I enjoy talking to you, but the heck?! You have someone else and I doubt that there’s something more behind those little deeds that you do.
Why am I thinking this way? Probably I should hit myself in the hit to wake up from this craziness.
I should just stop thinking this way.