I like you.
However, you do not like me.
Not the way I want you to like me.
You kissed my friend in my bed.
Still, in the morning, I was preparing breakfast for you.
You just made small talk while you put your clothes back on, and left.
You just gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
Leaving me with questions and a kitchen full of fresh dishes just for you.

Pathetic

Yet, I am still looking forward to seeing you again.