I love you,
I don’t love you…
I like the tingling sensations I feel when you’re holding my hand.
I like the spark in your eyes when you’re looking at me, when you’re gazing at the stars.
I like the slow walks that we take, hand-in-hand, although I don’t like walking.
I like the feeling of your fingers and mine intertwined.
I like teasing you, and I like questioning your love for me.
I like hearing you say how much you love me.
I like it when you treat me like a goddess, when you treat me like a princess.
I like that you’re caring, I like that you listen.
I like that we can sit comfortably in silence while I rest my head on your shoulder.
I like that when I’m with you, nothing else matters…
The darkness just brings us closer together.
I like the way we take slow walks down empty sidewalks at 1 am –
When the whole world’s asleep and we’re the only two people that exist.
I like that when I’m with you, I don’t care if there’s anyone else around;
I don’t care if there anyone else around because all that matters is you and me.
I like the way my body shudders when I’m close to you.
I like that my pulse rushes, that I need to take long, deep breaths in order to keep my composure.
I like the way your fingers play with mine when my hand is in yours.
I like that we can be awkward together and laugh about it.
I like the way you look into my eyes when I’m looking into yours.
I like the way you look at me, when I’m looking up at the stars or staring out into the horizon.
I like the way your eyes search mine while mine search for answers in this big, wide world.
I like how you gently caress my skin as you place your hand on my knees.
I like how you give me space to think, and time, to respond.
I like that you let me rest my head on your shoulders because it feels comfortable.
I like how we repeat each other’s words like we’re 2-year olds still learning how to speak.
I like that you like me,
Because I really like you too.
I like it when you say you love me even when I’m not sure whether or not I love you.
I like when you give me space to process my thoughts.
I like that you let me think –
That you let me make my own decisions.
I like that you don’t let me go.
I like that you make me feel safe.
I like that we laugh together about the stupidest things.
I like that my laughter makes you laugh as well.
I like how you try to stop me from laughing by putting on a serious face.
I like how you take my hands in yours to pull me closer to you.
I like how you give me hope.
I like how you make me think.
I like how you make me reconsider…
I like that you make your own decisions.
I like how you think you’re the most boring person on earth,
When you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I like that you like to sing to yourself every few seconds because your life is like a never-ending playlist.
I like that we have so much in common…
But yet I’ll never get to see you again.
I like that you’re humble.
I like that you think highly of me.
I like that we could be perfect, but we aren’t.
After tonight, we’ll probably never see each other again.
I like that you know what you want, that you’re chasing your dreams.
I like that you like the same things as I do.
I like that we know the same songs, that we can read each other’s minds.
I like that you want to be a pilot because I really want to travel.
I like you.
I really, really, really, really, really, really like you.
I love you,
I don’t love you…
Maybe I’m in love with the idea of loving you,
And the idea of you loving me back.