Please

Please don't tell me that I'm imagining this. I really like being in that spot right beside you. I really like the idea of having you around. I really like having someone to talk to. I really like it when you listen attentively to every single elaborative detail I had to say. Please don't make me imagine this. I really like it when we could randomly see each other in the same section of the music store. It makes me
feel like I wasn't alone. And it gave me the weirdest feeling ever...