to someone special
Nobody knows I liked you. I kept that to myself. Partly because there was somebody else you were possibly with, partly because if I admitted it, I would get teased like crazy. And I hate it when friends tease me about someone I like... It just ruins the whole thing.
But opportunity has come and gone and I heard that you have a girl you're apparently crazy about now. Still, I'm admitting that I liked you, *****. LikeDDD. Past tense. I liked your smile, it was big and wide and sincere. And when you laughed your eyes laughed too, sparkling mischievously. You had the cutest jokes. I laughed out loud at them, but I would have laughed harder (because I found them THAT funny) but if I did it would have been obvious to everyone else that I liked you. So I stifled the laughs. I shouldn't have.
I liked that you were normal and friendly and sweet to anyone and everyone without even trying to. You didn't have any pretenses about you, you were cool and mature just the way you were. You were mature and baduy at times yeah, but it made me like you so much more. But I didn't say anything to anybody. When you weren't looking, I'd let a big smile loose just cause thats how you made me feel.
You were quiet a lot of the times we were hanging out. But you would pipe up with something funny and everyone would crack up. Your voice was soft and sweet, so laid back and respectful. I know you do it for any girl, but I liked that you were a complete gentleman and you opened doors and carried the heavy stuff and on our trips out of town, you made me feel like we were being one hundred percent cared for.
I liked you even before I heard you admit you liked me.
I liked that when our eyes would meet, we could only look at each other for a few seconds before I felt the unbelievable urge to look away. Its strange, but I did. I liked the funny faces you made and the goofy way your face twisted when you were teasing me or making another joke about me.
I liked that when we were at a party a very long time ago, I brushed past you and in soft whisper you paid me a very nice compliment, because I think you thought I was too drunk and I wouldn't hear it. But I did. I spent the rest of the party staring at your back wishing that I could do something about you.
I liked that we could talk about something serious about yourself, but you would find the opportunity to ask me something important as well. Not a lot of guys genuinely care much about a girl's opinion. You did. You do.
I liked so many things about you and there were times I had to hold myself back to keep from pouncing you. Hahahaha. I liked you THAT much and I've never told anyone, not really. If I did, well, it doesn't matter now.
You have a girlfriend who is apparently "taking your breath away." So for now, I'll just stare longingly at your name on my messenger list waiting for another opportunity to talk to you, cause I haven't seen you in months. I liked you, maybe I still do, but you're not even a possibility now and I let my feelings go awhile back.
I wish I had told somebody, maybe it would have changed things. But I guess I'm happy for you now. We aren't close anymore and theres no room in your life for me now.
But thank you, for making me feel the way you did. You're a rare kind of guy. The kind of guy a girl marries and lives happily ever after with. I guess that's her "maybe" now.
Thank you anyway.
Because before we met, I had no idea guys like you or feelings like that were ever even possible.
But opportunity has come and gone and I heard that you have a girl you're apparently crazy about now. Still, I'm admitting that I liked you, *****. LikeDDD. Past tense. I liked your smile, it was big and wide and sincere. And when you laughed your eyes laughed too, sparkling mischievously. You had the cutest jokes. I laughed out loud at them, but I would have laughed harder (because I found them THAT funny) but if I did it would have been obvious to everyone else that I liked you. So I stifled the laughs. I shouldn't have.
I liked that you were normal and friendly and sweet to anyone and everyone without even trying to. You didn't have any pretenses about you, you were cool and mature just the way you were. You were mature and baduy at times yeah, but it made me like you so much more. But I didn't say anything to anybody. When you weren't looking, I'd let a big smile loose just cause thats how you made me feel.
You were quiet a lot of the times we were hanging out. But you would pipe up with something funny and everyone would crack up. Your voice was soft and sweet, so laid back and respectful. I know you do it for any girl, but I liked that you were a complete gentleman and you opened doors and carried the heavy stuff and on our trips out of town, you made me feel like we were being one hundred percent cared for.
I liked you even before I heard you admit you liked me.
I liked that when our eyes would meet, we could only look at each other for a few seconds before I felt the unbelievable urge to look away. Its strange, but I did. I liked the funny faces you made and the goofy way your face twisted when you were teasing me or making another joke about me.
I liked that when we were at a party a very long time ago, I brushed past you and in soft whisper you paid me a very nice compliment, because I think you thought I was too drunk and I wouldn't hear it. But I did. I spent the rest of the party staring at your back wishing that I could do something about you.
I liked that we could talk about something serious about yourself, but you would find the opportunity to ask me something important as well. Not a lot of guys genuinely care much about a girl's opinion. You did. You do.
I liked so many things about you and there were times I had to hold myself back to keep from pouncing you. Hahahaha. I liked you THAT much and I've never told anyone, not really. If I did, well, it doesn't matter now.
You have a girlfriend who is apparently "taking your breath away." So for now, I'll just stare longingly at your name on my messenger list waiting for another opportunity to talk to you, cause I haven't seen you in months. I liked you, maybe I still do, but you're not even a possibility now and I let my feelings go awhile back.
I wish I had told somebody, maybe it would have changed things. But I guess I'm happy for you now. We aren't close anymore and theres no room in your life for me now.
But thank you, for making me feel the way you did. You're a rare kind of guy. The kind of guy a girl marries and lives happily ever after with. I guess that's her "maybe" now.
Thank you anyway.
Because before we met, I had no idea guys like you or feelings like that were ever even possible.