I LIKE YOU, MOST DAYS
I'm not sure if I really love you. Probably not. I probably just like you a lot. I've heard that it's easy to get confused by that.
Either way, I like you, most days. Sometimes I hate you, or I hate that I love you, or I hate that we can never, ever be together. I hate how annoying you can be, and I hate how you tease me, and I hate how you flirt with me sometimes but never let any clear signals through.
But I generally love you. I love you for your smile, for the little compliments, for your intelligence, for your artistic ability and knowledge, for being everything and nothing like me all at once. You're incredible and perfect, but only for me. The more I learn about you, the more I like you.
I hope that maybe you'll finally let something show so that I don't have to be without you anymore. After all, everyone always said we were meant to be.
love letter collection
5:33 PM EST
Saturday, November 5, 2011