I like you.

I'm sorry, but I do.

It started out of nowhere, a mild little feeling. A tingle that sparked like an unstoppable weeping.

The Earth might shatter or rush new floods, but I could never stop my feelings. They cannot stop.

You are a magnet that seemed to attract me, a metal that's lost and cannot be seen.

I like you,

I'm sorry I do.

It makes me cry the more I see you. To know that you like someone else, someone who seems to be close with myself.

They say free dreaming is free with a cause, but is it really free? Or does it cost? Cost so much, so much for me. So much pain and misery.

Will I just hope and try to subside? Subside the truth and my lurking pride?

Maybe a crush is there to crush your heart. To crush your heart and tear it apart.

Hi, I like you.

I do, I do.

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