A heartfelt, possibly drunk, retelling of three moments that shaped how I see you. Three moments that stand out as exceptionally memorable. Three moments where I probably jumped to conclusions, read too much into a gesture or a phrase, decided I saw the things I wanted to in you, whether they were really there or not. I'm still a bit sick and congested, but for some reason I really needed to tell these stories tonight. Each moment is so crisp and clear in my mind. Embalmed in the rosy light of hindsight and a biased memory. I hope you think I'm a crazy sentimental fool. I hope you stop being so damn nice to me. I hope one day I can learn to stop yearning to be more than friends. I hope one day we can reminisce about this time as a funny phase in our friendship where I was a bit too smitten for "just friends". Then again, a part of me still hopes you feel that same pull. I guess I just don't know how to get over someone who is so out of my league and yet still somehow on the same team. Someone who, from what I can tell, seems so far beyond the best things I'd ever even slightly imagined I'd have the fortune to be in proximity of... I hope you know what you're doing to me. I sure as hell don't.