I am getting up the courage to send this to Steven:

Hey, you.

I don't know when you'll get this, but I figured it was way too long to try to fit into a text. Haha.
So I'm getting dangerously close to really liking you, and I feel so stupid and dramatic for saying this, but I'm not so sure I should be talking to you anymore. I promise I'm not trying to be like the good kind of girl for you that you were talking about, who would say "screw it" if she knew what you were like and wouldn't want to get involved with you. I'm just trying to for once in my life take care of myself. I would be a hypocrite for what I said about girls if I didn't learn from my own mistakes myself. I wish I were cool and that I could continue talking to you without getting more and more attatched, but I'm only human, and it doesn't look like my feelings are just going to stop because I want them to. I would love to be friends with you and hang out and stuff, but because you're so cool and sweet to me I can't see myself not falling for you and getting hurt. I can't see myself not wanting to kiss you or being able to just turn off my feelings anytime soon. 

And man, it's killing me to say all of this because I don't really want to stop talking to you. I know we're only texting, but I have feelings for you as silly as it sounds, and I can't just put myself in a position where I know I'll only get hurt, you know?  I've done this before, and I can see it happening again, and I don't deserve that. I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt me, and you and I both know you won't have trouble finding other girls to talk to lol. I just wanted you to know that I think you're great, I gave you my number for a reason...even if it got in the wrong hands on the first try. I also hope that you do find someone who you can be happy with...but not too soon. You're young and all that and you should have a good time while you can. I just don't want my feelings to get sacraficed in the process. If I weren't worried about that, believe me, I'd be over there right now with you. Haha. I know what it's like to feel like your mind is all screwed up, I had an eating disorder for almost six years. But I also know what it's like to overcome those things and to find happiness afterwards.
Wow, I'm starting to sound cheesy. But yeah, you're going to find her...and you'll still owe me twenty bucks, I don't care what you say. :)

I hope you're not all pissed off and stuff. And I also hope we don't just both stop talking either. That would suck. A lot. I'm just letting you know before hand how I feel about all this.
Cheesy, girl talk over.

Now go eat a poptart and be happy, you. 
:)