I like you so, so much.

Seriously. Just seeing you smile makes me feel better, and when you call my name, I end up answering louder for no reason. I reply within three seconds of getting a text, and if you say you ate something, I suddenly want to eat that too. Isn't this pure love?

I want to be stuck to your side all day, and I find myself wanting to lean on your shoulder. Even if we're doing nothing, being next to you is the best. But it's not just 'good,' I like you way too much.

When you're laughing with someone else, I feel like jumping in, and if the seat next to you is empty, I naturally end up sitting there. If you don't text, I just keep staring at my phone, and if your reply is slow, I pout by myself—but then you smile at me once and I'm totally fine again.

Isn't this pure love?

Hey. I like you this much, so by now, you could at least accept me once.