I like you.
I like how you make me chuckle.
I appreciate the ways you do to make me feel special.
You are like the lamppost on the corner street.
I like you.
I am glad that you share stories with me.
You are a one talented raconteur
So much, you even told the story of my love life.
I like you.
I love reading your text messages.
I feel jocund while chatting with you.
I even keep and save some of your texts in my cellphone.
I like you.
For all that you are.
Even for that occasional grim mood.
I'd still manage to smile for you.
I like you.
I love to watch you stir your coffee,
Or the way you brush your hair with your hands.
I fall deeper at the sight of your eyes.
I like you.
I love how you manage to force a smirk from me
When I'm in for my worst days.
You'd always mention those corny and cheesy jokes.
I like you.
Though we fought about the silliest things.
Though, at times, we missed out on each other.
You'd still manage to come back to me.
I like you.
No, I'm not asking you to like me back.
Just let me feel this curious feeling.
And believe me, I'll be happy 'cause,
I like you.
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