Feelings.

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.