I just wanted to say...

- A: I hope you know what you're doing.

- J: It was, like I admitted to myself, a 99%-confidence-interval-unlikely, somewhat-fanciful and totally misplaced crush. Doesn't change the fact that it was trodden over mercilessly these last few days. I know I know I know (nothing about you). No idea what's going to happen now; I suspect I'll remain a little upset for a little bit, and then throw myself into something else. At least now we know: I still really hate not getting what I want, 140-odd characters have the power to cut surprisingly effectively and - just - why can't I find someone who likes me back?

(I am interesting, constantly-curious, widely-read, broadly-educated, quite loyal, well-presented, whimsically-thoughtful, always-dedicated, cheerfully-creative and reasonably pretty. You are extremely intelligent, conversationally-gifted, honest, driven, happy, tallish-and-skinny, bookish, university-degree'd-or-in-process of, detail-noting and most importantly, in love with me. Where are you?)

- H: Seeing you all the time still throws me off.

- S: I ... sort of don't believe that you didn't say anything, but ok. I shouldn't have told you in the first place. It got concrete and stolid once I let it out. I miss that 'secret' feeling.

- Self: Fuck, please don't go and do anything silly now.