i refuse to believe that it’s only me feeling

He
IMed me, out of blue. And I had the weirdest conversation of my life, the best
part of which was this:

Quincy Rock City: well, i’m telling you
know, in a fit of unbridled honesty, that i had a lot of fun this summer, and i
thoroughly enjoyed myself, don’t doubt yourself.

berry10034:
well, thank you. i’m very flattered.

Quincy Rock City: …i hope
thats not sarcasm. cause like i said – i really don’t regret anything, i would
do it over again, as much trouble as it caused. which is really the center of my
current mental state – i don’t regret it. and now im almost too scared to even
talk to you.

berry10034: it’s not sarcasm.

berry10034: and i’ve never had anyone scared to talk to me
before… that’s actually kinda neat.

berry10034: but don’t be
scared

berry10034: i’m not mad at you, i’m not holding anything
against you

Quincy Rock City: i didn’t think you were – but its
just hard – to decide how to act. do i squash a certain long held crush? act
like nothing happened? hope chad doesn’t try to beat my ass? just go black out
and play guitar? its a conundrum, it really is. i didn’t think you were mad, but
i want you to be able to go back and live yr life to the fullest and happiest
you can.

Bloody hell, I like him.

for anyone really interested (no one, i’m sure. but for the sake of argument let’s pretend) here is the whole conversation.