Yo No Voy A Negar Que Me Gustas

Okay, let's get something straight. Straight like a freshly ironed shirt, straight like a laser beam cutting through butter. Straight like my feelings when I hear your laugh.

Because, honestly? Yo no voy a negar que me gustas. Nope. Not gonna do it. Not even a little bit.

The Evidence, Your Honor

Let's lay down some cold, hard (but also very warm and fuzzy) evidence. You know that feeling when you bite into a perfectly ripe avocado? That smooth, creamy, oh-so-satisfying moment? Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel when you're around.

It's like someone turned up the sunshine in my brain. Like finding a twenty dollar bill in your old jeans. Like finally understanding that weird plot twist in that movie you watched three times. Pure, unadulterated joy.

Exhibit A: The Accidental Staring

Ever caught yourself staring at a really cool painting? Or a particularly fluffy cloud? Or a dog doing something ridiculously cute? Well, that's basically my brain whenever you're in the vicinity. It's not my fault! You're captivating! Blame evolution!

Seriously, I try to be subtle. I really do. But it's like trying to stop a sneeze in a silent library. Inevitable, embarrassing, and probably a little bit loud.

Exhibit B: The Nervous Laughter

Remember that time I laughed way too hard at that joke that wasn't even remotely funny? About the squirrel and the tiny umbrella? Yeah, that was you. You did that to me. My brain short-circuited and laughter was the only output it could produce.

It’s not that your jokes are bad, it's that your *presence* makes everything funnier. Even squirrels with tiny umbrellas.

Exhibit C: The Sudden Increase in Charisma (or Attempted Charisma)

Have you noticed me suddenly trying to be wittier? Sharper? More…engaging? That's not the real me! (Okay, maybe it *is* the real me, but like, dialed up to eleven). It's the "trying to impress you" version of me.

It's a dangerous game, I know. I might accidentally start quoting Shakespeare or trying to explain the intricacies of quantum physics. Forgive me. It's all in the name of affection.

The Verdict is In: I'm Smitten

So, yeah. Yo no voy a negar que me gustas. I'm not going to deny it. It's out there. It's on the table. It's written in the stars (probably).

And you know what? It feels pretty good to admit it. Like finally taking off shoes that are a size too small after a long day.

So what happens now? Well, that's up to you. Maybe you feel the same way. Maybe you think I'm a total weirdo. Either way, at least I'm being honest.

And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way. This is me, embracing the glorious, slightly embarrassing reality of my feelings. Prepare for more accidental staring. Prepare for more nervous laughter. And prepare for more (hopefully successful) attempts at charisma. Because when it comes to you, I'm all in. Just like a perfectly cooked arepa.

You are truly amazing. I will say it again: *Yo no voy a negar que me gustas.*