i couldnt figure out why i only had mean things to say about him despite the fact that i like him oh so much.

perhaps it was because i didnt want to admit to myself that i might like him more than previously concieved.

perhaps it was because i didnt want to like anyone, because that ultimatly ends in pain.

perhaps its because im not over him yet ... maybe i just dont want to make him feel ...

but why do i concern myself with these things. im resolving to give the boy-type the justice he deserves. because honesty over perception.

i dont care that hes always late, or that he drinks, or the fact that he thought 8 legged freaks was a good movie.

i care that he respects me. he always calls back, he's protective. im always completely comfortable around him, he cares what my dad thinks, he plays video games with my brother, he has a sense of humor ... he doesnt play games.

i dont give him the credit he deserves. i see it but i keep it inside. there's humor in his ways, but i dont need to make him look like a fool due to my own discomfort. thats not fair.