I like you, I have liked you for a long time, so long that I forget when it started...
When he was in high school, he was so bright and dazzling. Many people liked him, too many to count, and I was one of them. He talks to me about his ideals and his love partner, complains to me when we quarrel, and makes me happy when we reconcile. But what he doesn't know is that I like him talking to me, and what I dislike the most is that he talks to me.
Intention: Go if there is a suitable one