I like you. I like you a lot. And I wish I didn't.
I find myself thinking of you a lot more since I last saw you.
I avoided the room you were in today... just went in and out. I heard you laughing and talking, but I just did not want to go there.
I like you. I like you a lot. I wish you liked me a lot, too.
I want to say we were meant for each other, but I suppose we aren't.
