When I like you, I like you.
Not only will you know, but everybody around us will know.
Because, you see, when I like you, I like you. I’m not one of those people who is going to tell you “I like you” just to make you feel better, or to help you when you’re having a bad day.
When I like you, I want to talk to you constantly. You need to be prepared for how obnoxiously annoying I’m going to be. I don’t ask you what you’re doing 54 times a day to keep tabs on you. I ask you, because I want to keep a conversation going with you, because when I see your name come up on my phone it instantly makes me happy. I don’t like talking on the phone, because it makes me anxious, and nervous, but I’m going to want to talk to you on the phone because I’m going to miss the sound of your voice, and the way you laugh. If I’m not going to see you for a couple of days, I’m going to bug the crap out of you until you break down and send me a picture, because I want to see your face.
My friends will tease me, because they can tell by the way I talk about you, and the way that my face brightens when I hear your name, that I like you. I’ll ask you constantly if I can get you anything, because when I go out to the store, or to a shop I’m thinking about you, and wondering if you need anything.
Because, you see, once I like you enough to tell you that I like you, I really like you. I’m not jealous, but if someone touches you I instantly get protective. Because while I don’t believe in people being other peoples “property”….when I like you, and I’ve told you…you’re mine. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, right? So, they can find a different fish.
Because, when I like, I actually, really, like you.
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