I knew better. Guess I just wanted to believe so hard. There were signs of something that could have been. Maybe some of them were true, maybe some were just made up in my head.
I'm tired. Really tired. Long story short: Joe doesn't like me that way.
No, I didn't confess to him. I didn't need to. His actions lately (or rather, lack of) made me realize he doesn't look at me that way. He's distant, almost ignorant to my existence. If you like someone you constantly keep an eye on them right? He doesn't do that. Maybe he's just a friendly guy, that looks around and gives me a smile occasionally. I don't know.
He's way too hot for me anyway. He hangs with the hunky, good looking bunch.
And I'm just mental.
End of story.
