How Do You Tell Someone...?

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How do you tell somebody you like that you think about them all the time without sounding crazy?

How do you tell somebody you like that every time they smile, your day gets just a little bit brighter?

How do you tell somebody you like that the quiet moments somehow mean the most? That sitting beside them in comfortable silence can say more than an entire conversation ever could?

How do you tell somebody you like these things without sounding like too much?

Without sounding needy.

Without sounding clingy.

Without sounding like you're rushing toward something that isn't there yet.

It's not that I need to tell them.

It's not that I have to.

It's that I want to.

I want them to know that I genuinely enjoy who they are.

I want to know their personality, their spirit, their strengths, and even the parts of themselves they try to hide.

I want to know what makes them laugh until they can't breathe.

What makes them smile without thinking.

What makes them retreat into silence.

What makes them feel safe enough to be completely themselves.

I want to know how to make a hard day just a little easier.

How to make them laugh when life forgets to.

How to remind them that someone sees them, even when they don't feel seen.

And somehow...

Every one of those thoughts feels too big to say out loud.

Because somewhere between being sweet and being overwhelming...

Between being honest and being "too much"...

There's a line that no one ever teaches you how to find.

So you bite your tongue.

You soften your words.

You hide the parts of yourself that only wanted to make someone feel appreciated.

Not because the feelings are too much...

But because you're afraid they'll sound like they are.

So how do you tell somebody you like them...

When what you really want to say is that they've quietly become one of your favorite parts of the day?

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