I like you.

I'd honestly tell you that. In the face.
It's only you that I wanted to tell you that...that it actually crossed my mind to confess liking you.

If only you were here.
If only you did not get away when I was certain I could tell you that.
If only all the other reasons that hinder for me to say that disappeared.

But I really, really, do. I like you. I want to tell you that. I don't want to leave a message on Facebook saying that. I want to tell it to you.

Only to you.
Because I really do.

I have this urge to message you on Facebook, but I know that you'd be weirded out or something. That why am I only talking to you after almost a year of you leaving. 


It gets harder to bear for me. I want to tell you already. I can't wait anymore. It's stupid. But I want you here. Or me over there. All those stupid miles should probably go away. I just want to hug you and tell you that I miss you, I like you, I want you here.

I'm so selfish.
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