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I don't know who I am, except that I am a 17 yr old boy. Thats all I know so far. Everything else I tell you would be lies, because I know nothing of myself.
Why you, I think to myself, because it’s so quiet in the room with only my thoughts and intermittent sound of my phone vibrating with your text messages. Why you? You may ask. I stare at the ceiling, staring as if it were the heavens. Do you like me? Do I like you? I smile, and I can see your face, even though we have never met in person, just the occasional MMS. Of course I like you. I turn to my phone because I just got a text from you. Why do I spend so much time thinking of you? I think about it quietly and I look at my phone. I find myself asking why you, again. Why do I like you? I just continue to stare at the ceiling, as if I am trying to find the answers in the recesses that are visible. I continue staring at the ceiling, and with my right hand I place my phone next to my heart, a fruitless gesture to somehow make it feel like you are in my arms. Why you, I wonder if you even care? I sigh. Yes. I smile. I think and hope that you actually care. Then it comes to me, a rush of emotions. I like you because you use words such as sadist and usurp, I’ve never had anyone say those words as if they were plain vernacular much less in text messages. You take these forgotten words and nurture them so that others will use them in a common day conversation. I like you because when you think that you are not cute, even though it is a fact. You look at yourself and think that you engorged yourself with fatty, greasy, and oily foods. You didn’t. Not only do I like you because of your appearance but also because you are a grammar Nazi. Trying to ignore my grammatical mistakes when I text you, not knowing that I intentionally make mistakes to see you get all angry. You are cute when you are angry. I like you because you don’t think that Pokemon is at all childish, get all excited because you found your Gameboy, how much you worry about school. I smile. I like you because when I asked you if you worried when I didn’t text you for a while you said “no” and the worst scenario that you could come up with was ninjas. I like you because you are fragile, and I like you because I need to take care of someone and I think I can take care of you. That’s why.
