I hate that you're my ideal type. You are the epitome of today's standards.
With your exquisite pair of eyes, I could not imagine how I'd stop looking at them.
Even with the way you smile, it excites me.
For once, I feel lucky to meet a friend like you.
I admire how emotionally mature you are.
I can't say that's all who you are, of course, but I'm certain that I'd be patient enough to help you become a better person.
I can see the potential in you, considering how great of a person you already are.
But I don't know if I should wait for something to happen.
Perhaps I expected too much from our connection.
You have a lot of things on your plate and that I wholeheartedly respect, yet I cannot seem to fathom if that is the only reason why we don't communicate so much.
You are probably not as interested, but how would I know?
I lack certainty.
Don't worry though, I won't cut you off.
I will just stop liking you despite it being unlikely.
You're too kind and soft-hearted, it's hard to pinpoint a characteristic I tend to dislike.
If I can suppress my emotions through work, perhaps I can do the same in this situation.
