“You’re cute.”

“You think so?”

“...Yeah.”

“Why?”

“You want me to list reasons or just sum it up?”

“Summing it up would be nice.”

“Why do I need to do this?”

“Explain why you think I’m cute? I don’t know...I guess I don’t believe you.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me?”

“...you don’t know me do you?”

“What does that have to do with thinking you’re cute?”

“If you knew me...you’d know.”

“I’d like to get to know you.”

“But then you wouldn’t think I was cute anymore.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do. People never think I’m cute once they get to know me.”

“I’m sure I would.”

“How?”

“How am I so sure?”

“...Yeah.”

“I just am. There are some things you just know.”

“...I guess. I still don’t believe you though.”

“Do you still want me to sum up why I think you’re cute?”

“If you want...I don’t think it really matters since I don’t believe you.”

“I think....I think you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met. I think you lack in self-confidence because nobody really sees how amazing you are and you think that makes you worthless but it doesn’t. You take my breath away when I see you, you leave me speechless. I think you’re beautiful. I want to get to know you and be by your side and always have you....that’s why I think you’re cute.”

“I thought I made you speechless?”

“What?”

“That was quite the speech for someone who says I make him speechless...”

“Oh...”

“...But I think you’re cute too.”