I think you like me. Actually, I know you like me. You pretty much say you how much you like me. With your eyes- the ones that I don't see- the ones that I don't remember- the ones that mean nothing to me. You say it with your body- the one that I have no desire to hold- the one that I don't want next to mine. With your hands- the ones that don't interest me- the ones that I barely glance at- the ones that I don't want touching me. You like everything about me- the more I Act like myself- the person I usually withhold from those I want to impress- the more you like me. I think if it weren't for the fact that I nearly despise everything about you, we'd be perfect together.

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