I'm exactly back where I was late October. I try to work up the courage to text you first, but it never happens. When you finally text me, there's a huge relief. When you don't, I wonder if I should put forth a little more effort.. or if I even want to. I know I like talking to you. Despite how dry our conversations can get, you still try. You actually have an interest in me. It's not just me asking you questions and you answering them. I know I like seeing you. Despite how unbelievably awkward it usually is. I don't know that if you were placed next to another specific boy, if I'd choose you. I want to believe I would, but I don't think I would. I'll find out in a couple weeks.