I Like

I Like your smile.
I Like your soft voice and the way your hands move when you tell me something.
I Like the way you speak to people and how, in the middle of your speech your eyes move and you look STRAIGHT at me.

I like looking you looking at me.

I like all these things.

I like you simply because you remind me of someone I should forget.

You KNOW I like you, and that makes you smile.

The smile takes me way back,and that makes me sad.