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I like like You





I really like like you 

I like your face
The way it lights up when you smile
I like your facial expressions and how easily I can read them
How we don't always need words to communicate

I like the way you talk
And the things you say
I like hearing your thoughts
Your view on this patriarchal society, feminism, race and religion

I like the lazy weekends spent on the couch vegetating in front of the telly
I don't even like television
I like watching it with you.

I like like how self aware you are
And the fact that you're actively working on your childhood  trauma
And becoming the best version YOU choose to be

You're aware of your and have reconciled yourself to your biases
And act accordingly
Like how we both think most white people are racists but still give them a chance to prove us wrong, we are barely, wrong.
I like the way you care for your sister
Makes me wish I had a big brother, one just like you

I like like you so much I wanna be your girlfriend
I like like you enough, I'm okay spending the rest of my mortal life with you 

So friend, will you be my boyfriend?
A-Yes
B-No
C-I need time to think

Please explain your answer in no less than 500 words.

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