back in college, it was pretty safe to say we were obsessed with each other, and of course that hasnt changed much at all, except you used to always tell me how hot i was, and maybe it did enflate my ego, but i liked it, i was humble, and i felt hot

that being said, every-time you compliment me, the word ‘hot’ never comes, and it’s been something i joke about, especially after games

like today, we lost another unrivaled game, but it was close, i was tired and warm, but cooled enough when i come to you courtside and i hug you and jokingly say “do i look hot? all warm and sweaty” i try to coax out of you half jokingly