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When I say I like him means, despite my fear of heights, I will fall for him blindfolded from any height When I say I like him means, Though I hate goat cheese, I would eat it just to spend my time with him at the dining When I say I like him means, Despite my fright of speed I would sit in a race car with him When I say I like him means, Though I am scared of darkness I would walk miles at night just to have a glimpse of him When I say I like him means, Despite my impatience I would wait for days, for him to text back, Because I know how busy he is When I say I like him means If he says his favorite color is blue My wardrobe will change till every color of my dress matches to his taste When I say I like him means I look at his pictures 1000 times And search for that glimpse of his fondness When I say I like him means I would go over his text messages over and over To picture his mood in my head,  when he sent me those messages and for that one word where he might have confessed that he likes me too
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Like you means
When I say I like him means, despite my fear of heights, I will fall for him blindfolded from any height When I say I like him means, Though I hate goat cheese, I would eat it just to spend my time with him at the dining When I say I like him means, Despite my fright of speed I would sit in a race car with him When I say I like him means, Though I am scared of darkness I would walk miles at night just to have a glimpse of him When I say I like him means, Despite my impatience I would wait for days, for him to text back, Because I know how busy he is When I say I like him means If he says his favorite color is blue My wardrobe will change till every color of my dress matches to his taste When I say I like him means I look at his pictures 1000 times And search for that glimpse of his fondness When I say I like him means I would go over his text messages over and over To picture his mood in my head,  when he sent me those messages and for that one word where he might have confessed that he likes me too
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F/Seattle
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
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