Confused about him

I hate pretending not to like him,
So that no one suspects,
How I feel when he's around,
How panicky I get.

Now I lay awake, in Spain,
Thinking about him, it's hard to sleep.
I wonder if he's in bed across the ocean,
Thinking about me.

I always play hard-to-get,
But really, I'm scared of rejection,
Nobody would understand,
How much I crave his affection.

Besides, i think he's taken,
To tell you the truth, it's hard to tell,
He's always flirting with girls,
And acts like he knows them well.

Now, it's four AM,
And I'm still awake in bed,
Writing down my feelings for him,
That won't stop pouring from my head.

Is he missing me?
Is he counting the days that I've been gone,
Or does he not give a sh**,
That I've been gone this long?