I do…

.

…

I don't. .

.

I can't be sure if I don't see it. .

…I .

see.

.

I need to get to know you

before I believe in anything.

You're just shooting glares at me all the time, and we haven't had a single normal talk.

I've got no idea about the things you like or anything.

.

And yesterday, when I finally thought we were been able to talk—

.

—you said it was all a joke.

There's nothing between us. .

.

.

Nothing.

.

Yet. .