I pay too much attention to you, observing with uncertain intent. (Others, they are nothing to do with me, why would I be aware of anyone's whereabouts-) This alone, though, does this alone translate into having feelings? Because I don't, I don't know, you have my attention.
(And daily attempts to reason through the thing with me and you and disarm it, immobilize it, know all of it; I'm not obsessive about you, I need to answer my questions so that I may feel at ease, once more knowing everything.)