But when I was done writing, I sat back and looked at the pages. And that’s when I knew: I’m in trouble. I had been spending so much time trying not to pay attention to the things I’ve been feeling about her that I hadn’t realized just how many feelings for her I actually have. Writing it all down just made it all so much clearer. And now whenever I look at her, everything I wrote comes flooding back to me and I can’t think about anything else. The worst part is, I’ve been here before. After I fell for Zoë, thoughts of her dictated my life. I made a point of sitting next to her at our lunch table every day. I would look forward to parties if I knew she was going to be there. I chose my outfits every day based on what I thought she would like. And in a way, it worked. We became really good friends. We took the same classes and went shopping together after school and texted each other during our favorite TV shows.
