You

My whole world with you is so fragile.

Moves are limited to either A or B, if any options are permitted at all.

Our situation forbids us from being even the slightest bit affectionate unless the curtains are drawn.

I am to be hidden from your world, as you are to be hidden from mine.

Except, not quite, though you don't know that.

I wish you could tell me how you really feel, but you'll never tell me - because thats not our deal.

Sometimes, though, I feel like you're not actually interested in me.

But I mean, it's almost foolish of me to think that you actually could be.

Think about it: a sixteen year old girl, still in high school, young, still childish.

What could you possibly want with that?

Albeit my maturity level being basically commensurate with yours, my age is still a factor whether people claim it is or isn't.
I get emotionally attached, and I think I like you.

You're breaking me so slowly and you haven't got the slightest clue.

But when I'm with you I just feel like I'm myself.

Or maybe I don't, we'll see.