I Like You.

I like you, but not in the romantic sense. But in the heart aching sense. In the sense that my brain both tells me to leave this relationship behind and puts mysterious puzzle pieces of your actions together like some kind of detective. In the sense that my heart both tells me you are the one and breaks each time you say some kind of cruel word. In the sense my friends both tell me you are definitely giving me signs and you're a lost cause to bury and forget about. In the sense that you are both telling mutual friends how much you like me and rejecting me. I need to move on. I tell myself. But something about you always draws me back. I like you.