Liking someone ;

It tears you apart. It makes you smile, It makes you want to scream, It makes you want to blush like mad whenever you see them. It makes you want to melt. It's liking someone.

I hate liking someone, but I love it at the same time. It gives you the thrill of knowing someone out there gives you butterflies & makes you want to smile even on your worst day. It's the thrill of chasing after someone you know you probably don't stand a chance with. It's the fun of fantasizing of them in your arms & It's the best feeling that you can ever come across.

 It's loving every single piece of them to bits, even accepting the fact that they're weird/awkward/strange. It's not judging them for who they are. It's learning to love their faults and flaws. It's learning to make them laugh or smile. It's learning to accept them & loving every little quirk they have. It's still loving them and being there for them even when they're pining for someone who's not you.

Butterflies, but you feel like you might throw up. Your pulse sky rockets & your hands start to shake, You smile & your voice quivers and rock. You're excited to know if they like you back, but the sting of rejection lingers in your mind.
It's the best thing and the worst thing combined.