if i tell you that i like you, then i like you. if i tell you that i love you then i love you. everything is easy as that. for me i just don’t see a point in lying. enough. if i tell you that i love you it’s automatically means that you are enough, maybe not for someone else, maybe even not for you, but for me it’s true. i adore you for who you are, i look at you from the spectr of my mind, and for me you are the one who are already enough for me. & by my actions, small, insignificant i always try to show it to you. how beautiful you seems to me. and believe me i’m telling it not because of my love to you (you may think there is a reason. i’m blind or smth like this…) you became perfect to me little by little … bacame the reason of my love. in fact i love whole you, not your face, or body, or your talant. Most of the time you don’t even notice it. Unfortunately.