I look at him and see what I like.

I look at him and know that he is the one.

He looks at me and sees a guy.

He looks at me and knows nothing.

I hear him speak and know what music is.

I hear him talk to her and feel jealous.

He hears me say random things, like why the sky is blue.

He hears me and feels the same as always.

I feel his presence and my skin tingles.

I feel what I want, but can't only in my mind.

He feels my gaze and is most likely confused.

He feels in his heart friendship to me, but nothing else.

I talk to him, hinting at the obvious.

I talk to others, still thinking of him.

He talks to me, flirting right back.

He talks to them, and maybe I'm wrong.

I love him, in every way.

I love how he looks, what he says, and what he hears.

He loves me too, he told me so.

He's always saying it, as I am to.

So let me tell you it again, and be happy it's true.

You love me, and I love you.