For some reason - it might be your talent, your hands, the fact that you're a male with a warm body who's attractive - I like you. But I don't want to...and it's difficult for me because you're so much like me. I've never met anyone like you before, and I like how different you are. And those random texts you send me & those random 2 hour phone calls make my day...completely. And our inside jokes make me happy. Talking to you, knowing you, being around you makes me happy.
Sometimes I think that you might have an inkling of an idea of how I feel, but I think I hide it well. Because I know that I can't like you right now...I'm in a complicated time in my life...and you're barely 18. [I mean, I'm 19...so it's not that bad, but still...]
I just wish I could tell you how happy you make me...and I want that happiness to be purely platonic...because I can't take a relationship right now.
...And I'll keep these feelings ocked away for a long time.