The Things I Like About You
The things I like about you are endless, or at least seemingly so when your name whimsically pops up. I can name all these things, but I'm not sure if that really matters. It's not necessary long, the things I like about you, but maybe you'd want to hear it anyways. If it would stop you from cutting your hair tomorrow or keep you from talking to him, then maybe I should tell you all these things right now. I'm not sure why I haven't told you yet. Would it make a difference, when and where I told you, and how I told you? If I made a call, asked you on a date, or drove over to your house. All these things I can do, for you without much effort, in two seconds notice, if only you wanted to hear the things I like about you.
But if the things I like about you are too embarrassing to say, because it'd make you cringe, then I won't say a word. You see, the things I like about you don't matter if I don't like you. These are just the components, the bits and pieces of you coming together in an unexplainable unity of perfection. Your eyes, I'm sure, exist somewhere else in the world, just not along with your eyes, nose, and smile.
Maybe it's crazy then, that I wait days for you to come, like it's a game of some sort. At the last of these days, I start thinking that the vulgar songs of love describe us better than the sappy love songs I listen to right after you speak a single word to me. It is then I question whether the things I like about you are actually things I shouldn't like about you.
It's easy to take the things I like about you and make them things I don't like about you. If we don't talk, it's not because you're waiting for me to say something first, but because it's easier to do other things. Looking at your eyes doesn't have to be a dreamy bliss of heaven but a distinct darkness of deception and manipulation realized too late.
When I hear your voice, soothing my lonely self into an odd sense of solace, I tense up inside, into a warm ball of happiness, unable to grasp the irony the sound coming out of your mouth creates. Or it's just that - an unfortunate string attached to me, used to control me as a puppet with no power of control. The things I like about you sways me in both ways, so I guess it might be a list of things I don't like about you as well.
One day, the things I like about you will turn into the things I love about you. So don't call me insane for waiting here until Monday, when that's the last time you decided to talk to me. Secretly, though, I'm hoping that the things I like about you will turn into the things I hate about you. It's not that I don't like you. I promise I do. It's just easier to hate you than it is to love you, because the former only requires one side.
What are the things you like about me?