I feel for you. It's something I can't put into words, really. Like I'm being this girly girl all over again. One step forward, two steps backward. That's how I am. I am insecure. Are you for real or are playing with my heart just like all them other guys? Your past was beautiful, so beautiful than I am. I am insecure. But then I think of how you stop and stare at me when you're in the middle of saying something and I look at you so suddenly. I like how you smile at me and whenever you turn red is for me what's needed for my security. I like how our eyes meet on that tinted glass door just so nobody else would see us looking so silly for each other. I like how you say my name. I like your honesty when you tell me about all your doings. I'm glad I let you feel what I have been feeling for you -- I LIKE YOU.