Definitely, maybe.

Maybe, maybe it's the way you talk about the randomest things. From football to food to the things you feel at that precise moment. Maybe it's the way you never seem to get bored talking to me. Maybe it's the way you're interested about my background. Maybe it's the way that you never seem to run out of things to say.

Or maybe it's your frog stickers that you send just to annoy me. Maybe because you're annoyingly adorable, irritably comforting.

Or maybe it's just the way you brag about the cuteness of Jumper. Maybe it's because you told me you had a teddy bear and a dog that bit your shoe.

Or maybe it's your drunk texts which sometimes doesn't make sense... at all.

Maybe, maybe, because you make me laugh with your silliness; or the way you make me smile just by remembering our conversations; or how you remind me of sleeping in a burrito of blankets on chilly days, of going to the beach when it's not too warm nor too cold, of tea and biscuits on a rainy day, of going to the park and sitting on a swing, of hearing a person play the piano or guitar... which are all my favorite things.

Or maybe, maybe I'm just comfortable with you. Or you make it so easy to talk to you. Which rarely happens for a socially retarded person, which happens to be me.

I sound so crazy. I'm talking about a person that I haven't even met in person.

I don't know. You just make me so happy. It's crazy. I'm crazy.

And I thought I meant more to you, my mistake.