Paranoid

He lives in Miami.

I live, well, far away.

He's fluent in English, Spanish, French, and Portuguese.

I'm fluent in my own world.

He's a swimmer.

I can swim. Not very well.

He's pretty hot.

I could use some work.

He's cute.

I still could use some work.

He's really nice.

I can be nice.

He hasn't replied back to my comment.

I'm just paranoid.

Every time I talk to him, I feel a little better about myself.
Why is this amazing, cute boy talking to me? Little, old, boring me.

But when I don't talk to him. I feel pathetic. I feel so low.

Or, I'm just paranoid.