I like you.
I still do, and I believe I always shall. I find you attractive, extremely sexy and hot, I REALLY like you, and I always will. The sound of your voice is... God! But, you know what? As taunting as I found you, I don't think I am still in love with you. No, I don't think I'm in love with you. But that I like you, that's for sure. You don't pass inadvertedly, obviously. You provoke things in me, thins nobody had provoked before, but, sorry to tell you, I am owned by somebody else.