Please don’t like me, because I’m not sure I like you. I mean, you’re nice, but I just don’t think that’s enough. I look at you and I just don’t get butterflies in my stomach. Nothing in me stirs and I don’t feel an unexplainable pull towards you. That’s what I need. I know it sounds silly, but I’ve always said I was weird.
Please don’t like me, because I’m not really a nice person. You say you think I’m nice, but you don’t actually know me. I’m really stubborn and demanding. You say I act tough but am a big softie on the inside. What makes you think you’re right?
Please don’t like me, because that means you’re trying to encroach on my personal space. It starts with you patting my shoulder every now and then, and now you’re hugging me every time we say goodbye. I can’t handle it. I get all flustered inside when you touch me. Maybe my boundaries haven’t been set up high enough. Maybe there’s a crack in the wall I need to fix.
Please don’t like me, because then I might actually like you. And then I’d think about you a lot more and wonder what you were doing and if you were also thinking about me. I’d start thinking about the conversations we had. I’d start wondering if maybe I was wrong about you in the beginning. I’d start to question the rules of attraction.
Please don’t like me, because I like you. And that means I’m also afraid of losing you. You’re so nice and genuine, and I find myself being drawn to you. I want to be close to you. I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time. I miss you when you’re not around.
Please don’t like me, because I don’t know what I’d do when you leave for good. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. The pain. I’d pretend I was fine, but you’d see right through it. I don’t want to feel this helpless. I don’t want to be shattered into pieces once more. It took me so long to put myself back together again.
So please, please, please don’t like me, because it’s just easier this way.