I like you when you’re loud, talking about nonsense things. But I don’t like you when you’re silent, knowing that you’re mad at me.
I like the way you run your fingers through my hair, but I don’t like when you pull it without any acceptable reason.
I like it when you’re telling me jokes, but I don’t like it when your jokes are meant to insult me.
I like the way you compliment me, telling me I’m beautiful. But I don’t like it when you compliment her, knowing that you like her more than me.
I like your friendly attitude, but I don’t like it when I’m jealous.
I like it when you’re helping your friends, but I don’t like it when you let me do the things on my own.
I like it when you make me feel I’m special, I don’t like it when you treat the others that way also.
I like it when you’re asking me for a favor, I just don’t like the way how you ask me for one.
I like our similarities, but I hate it for it’s the reason why we clash.
I like it when you make me laugh, I don’t like it when you’re the reason for my tears.
I like you telling me lies, I don’t like you confessing me the truth.
I like you for being dominant, I don’t like myself for being submissive.
I don’t like being in trouble, but I always like to get in trouble with you.
I don’t like it when you’re taken me for granted, but at the same time I’m liking it, because I know that’s the only way I could get closer to you :]
I like this feeling of loving you, yet I don’t like it because I know you’ll never love me back. :[
I like you, but I don’t like you as well.