I like you

I like you. Too bad you don't feel the same way about me.

My heart aches when I don't see you. It aches when I see you. I am exhilarated when I see you. It makes me feel like a teenager all over again. I want to see you online and offline. I want to talk to you, hear your voice, hear you laugh, watch your face, stand next to you, stand behind you, watch you walk.

I enjoy you. I can tell you that.
I like you, more than I thought. But I can't tell you that.

I don't like it - it aches the same way I remembered for somebody else. But I think I can bear with it.