I like you.
Like, I wanna hold your hand and have everyone know I'm yours.
I want you to play with my hair and wrap your arms around me;
To get jealous when I talk to other guys.
And when you kiss me, I want it to mean something. I want it to feel special.
I want you to ask me out.
Right now.
I haven't given up yet. Because I really freaking like you.
And it sure as hell seems like you like me too.