I like you. Do you know that? I’m wondering if you can feel or notice it. I’m too mute to tell you but I really like you. So weird of what I’m feeling. I can't explain the excitement every time we see each other. But I don't know if you feel the same. You’re voice is like an ice cream, so sweet yet so cold. To tell you, it's my favorite.
I like the way you act, you speak and handle your mind. I like every little thing you have. You are close to perfection but you're too humble as you enlighten someone's soul and that is mine.
I don't have any idea how to tell you. Maybe it's better for these words to be left unspoken, must be hid for a moment of time or for the rest of it. I’m too hurt to have this feeling if there's one thing I can do now that is to whisper in the wind and hope that you’ll hear it. Wishing that one day, it will be blown away for me to wake up from a dream that you will like me too the way I like you.