I couldn't remember exactly how it came to the point of us talking about crushes. But I remembered that what we were talking about wasn't close to anything relating to crushes. And then boom goes the question, "Don't you have a crush?"

All I could do is just give you a weird look and shook my head at your question before laughing seeing you were actually serious about the question. I only answered with a simple nope but you didn't seem to buy it.

Explaining long on how it was hard for me to easily like guys, I doubted that you actually listened to my tedious talk about me and the universe in which I would have a crush on a guy. And seeing how you always cared more on yourself, you probably blocked out when I talked about the characteristics of the guy I "would" like.

After my mumbling on crushes, you joked on how a girl like me would be close to impossible to have crush seeing how I'm actually picky, and how weird I could get. It was funny for you to say that somehow even with this quirkiness of mine, you're still alive being friends with me.

I mean, I wasn't all hurt my your jokes but you're just oblivious to see that I would only act this way when I'm with you. And being this is just because I'm comfortable to be myself with you. Plus, who would admit to have a crush to their own crush?