And there you are. And I liked you a lot today. A lot. And I want to talk to you. Selfishly.

Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery.
Besides, maybe this time it's different, I mean,
I really think you like me.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.

I want to see you. I feel more and more at with you now actually than ever before, I feel you more, actually more clarity, more confidence, more trust.

You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be.

You yourself as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve love and affection.

I like you. And that’s not something I say very often.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved

si vous m'aimez, monsieur, vous devez vouloir tout ce que je veux.

What I felt for you was a combination of respect and affection. There was a closeness I felt through intimate interaction. The affection part is all over with. All that remains is the respect. If I put my arms around you and told you that I missed you, I would be lying. You're alright with me and I wish you well. But you're not me and that makes you one of them and you can only get so close.