Why must boys be so confusing

Soothing thoughts fill my head when I think of you. Think of us. But your not that kind of guy, are you? Ever since that night it's all I think about, it keeps me awake. More than anything I want to be with you but the danger of it all screams in my ears when I think of letting go, giving into you. The only person who could ever make me happy is you but you're too afraid. Of your friends. Of everything... Of anything. But, at the same time, of nothing. Maybe that's what your problem is. You could lose your chance... I've waiting long enough already, and honey I'm not going to wait forever. I think I love you and that's what I fear  the most.

She says you may like me. My "personality" and she says guys truly like the girls that don't give it to them. Is that true in any way? Do you like me? You don't treat me like shit, like you do to other girls. Or maybe I just see and believe what I want to. But there is one thing I know for certain; there's SOMETHING there. You say "why won't you give me a chance." ... No, why won't YOU give ME a chance? Because you're too afraid.