Another post about you. Reader's discretion is advised.

I really really really really really really like you

I really wanna stop
But I just gotta taste for it
I feel like I could fly with the ball on the moon

I feel like I could die walking up to the room, oh yeah

It's way too soon, I know this isn't love!
But I need to tell you something (no, I wouldn't dare) >~< AGH.

I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?
I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?

Oh, did I say too much?
I'm so in my head
When we're out of touch
I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?

It's like everything you say is a sweet revelation (please do pardon my cringeworthy delusions)
All I wanna do is get into your head (mm. Sounds enticing.)

Who gave you eyes like that? 
(Yeah... Nuff said bout that...)
Said you could keep them
I don't know how to act
The way I should be leaving
I'm running out of time
Going out of my mind
I need to tell you something
Yeah, I need to tell you something

I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?
I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?

.
I should be letting go of this soon.
... I should.
After all, I have no inkling of the person you really are.
Your soul is beautiful, that is not to be doubted.
But am I crazy about the portrait I painted of you,
Or are you that exact image in my faulty brain?

Sighpie.
There are no possibilities of mutual feelings.
There are no possibilities of getting to know you for real either.

It's probably just the hormones. :<

Let time do the job, I suppose.