The second year since we met I realized I liked you.
The third year since we met we danced together.
The fourth year since we met we still dance. You gave me your coat to wear today since I forgot mine and it was 30 degrees outside. It was 2 sizes too small but it was warm anyway.
Everyone knows I like you. Everyone knows you like me. When people ask you about this and you deny it, and I look away, blushing and wishing you wouldn’t. So, I ask you this: do you like me? Because I do. Everyday, I like you more. Everyday, your smile makes me feel like, maybe, just maybe, I can be an amazing person.
If you want to be friends, that’s fine. I’ll keep on liking you, but respect you. Just don’t leave me altogether. Not yet.