I want to be over you.

I wish crushes worked like light switches, where I could just flick my feelings off when they become inconvenient for me. But instead, one extra, basic sentence from you above the bare minimum made me smile, even though I was really depressed beforehand. Instead, you walking past and acknowledging me in any way melts away my bad mood, and you ignoring me brings it back 10 fold. I can’t talk to anyone without mentioning you, even when it embarrasses me. It honestly wouldn’t be that much of a problem for me to be in so deep, except for the fact that I don’t think you’re single.