Unsent Messages

It's kind of ridiculous my interest in you. We've exchanged how many words? How many short conversations? Not enough to warrant a crush. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's the perfect amount. That's what J tells me. This is all normal. "You need to embrace it - don't run away from your own feelings". I can't tell if that's bs or not.
I don't want to get my hopes up. I don't want people to chuckle about how naive I am for allowing myself to believe, even for a second, that you're interested in me.
J tells me nurturing this spark I feel is what will bring us closer, even just as friends. He's probably right. He often is. But will the price come at my own embarrassment or our prosperity?
All I know is I wish you'd text me more. Not this snapping bs. Even if it is just for Spanish help.
I heard you haven't trusted anyone since her. She was years ago. She's the worst. Let me in? I'm not going to hide who I am around you, and I won't make you either.
I want to see where we could go. Let us try?