Ski Desu

Ski desu.
I like you.
I don't know if you like me too, but I am certain I like you.

I like how you walk, how you talk, how you speak as if you're subtly mumbling.
I like how you look down, not looking at my direction. It gives me the chance to look at you without you noticing.

I like how the mention of your name would make my face turn red.
I like how out of nowhere, I catch myself thinking about you instead.

I hope you like me too.
I may not love you, but really, I do like you.