I Hope It’s Enough That I’m Admitting I Like You


I need to tell you that I’m not ready to say I love you. I won’t drop those words lightly. And I’m yet to say them to anyone. But you can be sure that when I do finally say them, I’ll mean it.

But I want you to know that I really really like you.

I like you a lot.

I like the blueness of your eyes, the softness of your hands, and the safety and warmth of your arms.

I like that we didn’t meet on a drunken Saturday night in a club, and both forget each other’s names within ten minutes of learning them.

I like it when you ring me on the phone to have a real chat, instead of texting me a few lines of half-heartedness. Sometimes, it’s about nothing. Sometimes, it’s everything. But it really doesn’t matter either way.

I like that when we went out and I’d had a little too much wine, you got me water instead of more wine.

I like that you can’t keep your hands off me, and that you’re always very affectionate and generous with your touch. Even when I’m a little more reserved and shy with mine.

I like that at times, you show your age with wise and thought-out words; yet we still manage to have times where we both act like a pair of 10-year-olds in our playfulness.

I like that we can be at yours watching a movie together, and you don’t try to Netflix & Chill with me.

I like it when I grip your hand a little tighter, and you squeeze mine back in answer to let me know that you heard me.

I like that you tell me exactly how you feel. I’m never left wondering. And whenever I ask you a question, you answer it truthfully. It never feels like you’re holding anything back from the surface.

I like that you waited a really long time before you first kissed me. No guy has ever waited that long to kiss me.

I like that you felt a little bit guilty about forgetting my birthday, especially when I easily remembered yours. And you’ve made a point of not forgetting it again.

I like that you went to see that mushy rom-com with me in the cinema, even though you really didn’t want to see it; because you knew that I really did want to. You didn’t have to do that, but you did.

I like that you support me and my dreams, and you never make me feel like I’m silly for chasing them. I can’t begin to explain to you how much that means to me.

I like that you’re making sure you give me my own space, because I told you that I need it. But I also want to tell you not to give me too much, because I like filling my space with you.

I like that you tell me I’m beautiful, almost every time we’re together. Even though I’m not great at taking your compliments, it feels like you really mean it.

I like that you’re so very patient with me. That you’re happy to wait for me. That you don’t want to rush things any more than I do. But that you’ve also made it clear how much you really do want me.

I like it that you’ve made it clear you want to meet my family. I like that you talk about the future, and how you re-assure me that you don’t plan on going anywhere. I’m slowly getting used to the idea of you sticking around.

This might sound like a list of nothings to you, but this list right here, it means everything to me.

I like you, and I want you.

I hope that’s enough for you for now. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

I hold a mirror to your soul, so you can see how beautiful you are

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