I mean, at best I’ve talked to this guy maybe two times before Halloween weekend during all the years that I’ve known him. When we were younger, we barely even looked at each other. During that weekend (albeit I was drunk so my mouth and my brain were disconnected, so it was easy) we talked about school and what we were like before and all that stuff. And now I can’t stop fucking thinking about him. This is the definition of only liking someone because of how they treat you, instead of liking someone because of who they are. I’m so mad at myself.