i like that he makes me happy,
even when he's making me sad

i like that i'm able to sit with him,
to talk with him, to laugh with him,
even though his heart is tied to
someone else's

i like when he smiles at me, and
i like when he doesn't

i like when he turns his head at the
sound of my quiet laughter, and
acknowledges it with his own

i like when he laughs, and that it
always reaches my ears from
across the room

i like that he knows me, knows i
exist, and calls me his friend

i like when he says my name, or
says hello, or says goodbye

i like that he doesn't know how i
feel, and that he never will

i like that in a number of months,
we'll be going our separate ways,
and that i won't have to see him
with her anymore

i like that eventually, i'll move on
and find someone else, and someday
he won't matter to me so much

i like that one day i'll know someone
who'll like it when i smile, when i laugh,
when i turn my head at the sound of his voice

i like that one day i'll know someone
who'll like when i say their name, or
say hello, or say goodbye

i like that one day i'll know someone
who'll like that i know they exist, and that
one day, i'll like knowing that they exist

i like that one day he'll simply be the
face next to mine in the yearbook, nothing
more than a memory

and i like that maybe, just maybe,
one day it won't hurt as much