I saw the way you looked at me at our baseball game. I loved the way you looked at me, but I couldn't tell if it was genuinely for me. Or for me and every other girl you flirt with. Either way I love it. That baseball game was the highlight of my summer. We flirted, ate seeds, joked around, and took selfies with each other. Oh yeah dude you take a lot of selfies. A LOT. I didn't know this until after the game, but you told me you kept switching our waters. I had mixed emotions. Grossed out and had butterflies flying around in my stomach. But when you told me, I brushed it off like it was no big deal. It was a big deal... to me. But I don't take this to heart, because I'm sure you've done that to other girls. The exact same thing.
