I like you, not least because your words inspire me and encourage me.
But because your strength empowers me and I feel it as you have felt it.
In a not quite right "way" in a scribbled out ripped up way that only two sides of the same coin will ever really understand.
I like you because there's so much of you that reflects in my mirror of secret tales and windy whispers. I wouldn't tell them either.
Those bunch of perfect flowers that blossom so perfectly despite the rain. I am that same seed that never quite stems roots that always wilts.
I like you because you know that normal is an ideal.
Normal is not real.