my moon and me, not as good as we've been

I like the little touches between us, and the small bits of conversation we have. The glances across the room and the smiles. I don't know if you like me or not ("in that way"), but man for some reason I can't stop thinking about you. This is weird. Feelings don't usually come this fast for me, but suddenly that's how it is, and I want your company and I want your messages. I hope I don't seem this obvious.