If ever I am overly nice to you and compliment you and give you gifts, that isn’t me flirting. When I exhibit how much I remember about you or tell you how much I admire you, it isn’t flattery. When I sacrifice my time and effort to make you happy and willingly let you use me over and over again, that isn’t me trying to get in your pants. I probably don’t even find you attractive.
It is me hoping to make you, a fellow human being, smile; and possibly, just possibly, be the one friend that sees through my veil.
When I actually am flirting with or flattering you, you will know by the even-more-intense awkwardness that makes it unbearable to be around me. :P
I love being able to say everything on tumblr that I wouldn’t dare say anywhere or to anyone else.