Do I Like you?

Do I love you?

Why do I like making you smile?

Why do I like making you laugh?

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I love the way you smile at me.

I love the way you laugh at my joke.

I love the entire simple thing you show to me.

It was because of those simple gestures.

The world doesn't know how much it worth for me.

They don't need to know how much you are worth to me.

How much the appreciation you showed to me, it is worthless.

All the things, I have said to you.

Never been a lie.

It was never been lies.

It has always been the truth.

It will always be truth.

Why?

Cause I really mean it.

Those are simples gesture I would always showed to you.

I will shower you with all those compliments, with all those cringe things that makes you smile.

Why?

Because that is the only way I could see you smile.

Your genuine smile.

It makes my heart fluttered.

Why?

Because you mean so much for me.

Because you are beautiful.

Because you are kind.

Why?

Because I

Honestly like you.

Let this be my last letter. Written...Only for you to read. If I ever had the chance to read for you. I will do.

I will do.

Maybe...

After I work up my courage.

Just like the song that I am listening right now.

Just like how the singer said, One Last Dance. They did. They sing their song One Last Dance.

And just like them.

I want to read this one for you.

I want to be with you.

Even just for once...I want to be with you.

Hold your hands.

Hug you.

I want you to feel my heart beats that will beats for you.

I want you to feel my love.

I beg...Just once...Let me be in your arms.

Hold me close.

Let me cherish the moment.

Let me cherish the moment.

Let me cherish the moment.

For this love,

I know we can never be together.

For this love,

It's a forbidden love.

Why?

That's why...

I told myself.

We can never be together.

And I would rather be with you...

as friend.

I know I'm not perfect.

But just let me cherish the moment.

Why?

I want to look into your eyes.

I want to look into your souls.

Would it be possible for you to feel the same way as I do?

Why?

And so I look into your eyes.

And so this is the story about us.

And so this is the story she had told me.

Do you remember?

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You are not single. (She is single)

You ask for advice. (She asks her friend)

She gives you her experiences.  (She got her experiences)

You ask her again,

"How could your love change so easily?"

 (She looks unpleasant - She seems she needed some comfort)

She said,

"I'm not in for a long term relationship."

(She looks startled)

She commented,

"So you're that kind of girl eh?"

(She looks away)

She adds,

"Cool."

(She looks determined)

After all this time, if you