I like you
They ask me how much.
How do I measure that?
A lot?
Because I miss you when you’re not around?
Because I smile thinking of your smile?
A list?
Of Things we need to do together?
Of Things that make you beautiful?
An Inch?
Because it’s enough for millions of atoms?
Because that’s the distance at which i keep you at?
A Watt?
Because I can find your lips in the dark no matter what?
Because you radiate with joy?
Fahrenheit?
Because you’re simmer with attractiveness?
Because you melt my heart?
Mph?
Because time slows between us?
Because I’m speeding forward without knowing what’s ahead?
A Universe?
Because it’s as wide and vast as your heart?
Because it holds all life for which you care?
3 weeks?
Because that’s how long it’s been?
Because it feels like 3 months?
The real answer is:
Too much
But that’s not changing
So get used to it
Because guess what?
I like you.
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