Dear Tristan,

Dots are connecting a bit too well...
I may be delusional, but please, tell me I'm not crazy?

That hug was too tight.
Too warm, too intentional
to be "just friends" afterwards.
It was just the two of us in the dark outside your car. Sure, maybe you hugged me just because I was high and it was cold, but I've never hugged someone and felt them hug me back the way you did.

Your face was against mine, your arms around my shoulders tightly, your hands holding my body from either side as your arms wrapped around me, our bodies pressed together.

That couldn't have been accidental.
People don't give hugs like that just every day to their friend of the opposite gender.

Ever since that night I feel you've looked at me differently. You don't break eye contact anymore, our hands graze without a scuffle to move immediately, you speak gentler.

Please. Tell me I'm not crazy..?