Yes, I like you.
I like you a lot actually.
You probably think I'm weird,
Or maybe even a freak.
But I give up on caring what you think.
Sorry if me liking you weirds you out.
It weird for me too.
Maybe I like you because of how your eyes brighten when you're happy,
Or maybe how your smile makes my day,
Or how you act like an adorable ****** around your friends.
I don't know.
I always get little butterflies when I think about you,
And I get them when I talk to you too.
I apologize if saying this weirds you out,
Or if you hate me after this.
But, I'm glad I finally got this off my chest.
Bye.

M.L.