You have this really bad habit of starting a sentence, and then not finishing it, instead smiling amusedly at how I get annoyed and end up bugging and pestering you for you to  actually finish whatever sentence you had cut off.

I would gladly smack you on the head for that, but keep in mind that that smack will be filled with love, not anger.

Except that maybe I love it just as much as you do; it's one of the only times when you and I can hang out together - just the two of us - without anyone judging us or anything.

Because let me just tell you, Park, there are a lot of judgmental people in my school that I would really like to smack upside the head these days. And trust me when I say that they most certainly will not be filled with love. My love is reserved especially for you.

Only for you.

And now I realize I'm being an obsessive, lovesick nerd who can't seem to get out of her own little bubble.

I hate knowing about those people.

So does that mean I hate myself, too?