I thought I hated you.

I've known you for years, and I'd never once looked at you that way. Then I had those dreams about falling in love with you, and how good it felt. Now I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to date you, and if it would be as good as my mind made it out to be. I know you don't feel the same, and to be honest, I don't even know how I feel.