Hey, you.
I like you.
Yeah, you read that right.
I like you.
Why?
I don't know.
However, that's also the same answer to how exactly the universe was formed, the same answer to how many stars are there in the Milky Way. It's also the same answer to why the sea is salty or what is at the end of the rainbow.
I don't know.
It's a mystery. It's a phenomenon. It's something I refuse to take for granted. However, no academic study would give me the answer I want, or rather, the right answer. It's not something that I could just type in to any search engine. It's not something that could be answered by reading a million books.
It is the answer, or at least it was once the answer, to all the important questions in this world.
I like you.
The same way how there are always theories and postulates about everything. I like you because my theory of you is just fascinating. Maybe I'm drawing conclusions too fast. Maybe I'm miscalculating something here.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Tell me.
But I'm not rushing anything here. If it's something real, there's no need to rush.
It's just that, I'm scared.
I'm scared of letting myself down again.
I'm scared of letting you down.
I like you.
You're the thought that keeps me up at night. You're the unsolvable puzzle in a Sunday magazine. You're the sunset to a beautiful day, the moonlight to the mysterious darkness, the dawn to an unknown tomorrow. You're the plot twist in every love story. You're the last drop of coffee that I can't sip. You're the punchline to every corny joke. You're the diamond that I can't afford yet, I'm saving up for.
You're all the romantic cliches in this world.
I like you.
I don't know why.
Just as much as I know the next chapter to this story.
You're just as clueless as I am, trust me.
This time, I'll take it slow. I'll take my time. Let me learn my first steps. Let me find my balance. Let me understand the wonder that is you. You don't have to help me, I just want you to be beside me.
Maybe you're still taking your first steps. Maybe you're also finding your balance. Or maybe you're half the world away already.
It's up to you if you're coming back for me.
It's up to you if you'll wait.
Again, I like you.
You don't have to like me back. You don't have to force yourself to. Let things come naturally. Let them do their own thing. Let it get to them, if that will ever be the case.
There is a universe where we're together. There is also a universe where we've never even met.
Then here's this universe, full of uncertainty and cheesy one-liners.
I don't know.
But hey, it's just a theory.
However, this isn't:
I like you.