Dazed and Confused

I feel like I am walking around with my feet where my head is and my head where my feet are. Nothing seems to make any sort of sense.

We talk every single day. All day at that. Consistent. I never do that.

We send smileys. Corny and cheesy but I like it.

You gave me such an intense look and then went for the kiss, no hesitation.

Then you did it again the next weekend, after you walked me home, with my hand in yours.

Yet I am STILL confused on whether it was the immense amount of alcohol coursing through our veins and the tension between us...or if it was something else.

Why can't we just walk around with signs on our foreheads...saying:

I like you

I hate you

Be my girlfriend

Smile, because its beautiful

Hug me, kiss me, its okay

But we don't, so I continue to sit here, pondering, like an ass.