"do you love me?" "no, but i like you alot. isn't that enough?"

i like how u make me feel man enough for you.
i like your touch. heck, i also like to touch. very much.
i like the smell of your hair. and more.
i like how u're secretly this caring person. i get that; totally.
i like how u're as practical as me. it's gonna bite us in the back though.
i like how u tease. no, not the scratching and biting.
i like how u like me, and don't try too hard. it keeps me where i want to be.
i like how i forget that i'm this depressed person. it happens only when i'm with you.
i like your independence, not so much your obstinance.
i like how you listen only to my voice when you're smashed.
i like the way you wiped away my tears, as i did yours.
i like your childlike disposition. i feel like i'm in charge.
i like your taste in music.
i like your taste.
i like how you fit quite perfectly in my arms.
i like the way you rest your head on my lap.
i like your sashay.
i like you.

but i don't think it'll work. so i'll just live in the moment, make the best of what i have, like i always have.