And I, I like him.
We're often hot and cold, but I like him.
When it matters, he is there. I think I like him.
He is kind, he has kind eyes. He doesn't smile easily,
but he still finds me funny. I didn't even have to try, a few words.
A few words of raw honesty, that's all it took to have him flash his beautiful smile.
I really like him. I think I'm really smitten. His small smile, his laugh. It's so cringey to admit.