I don’t care about you-
In a way a friend does-
Or even a sibling-
I care about you in a way one would care about an extension of themselves.

I don’t like you-
In the way most exes would say they did-
Or even the way a boyfriend would-
I like you as if you’re the best thing I could ever find and nothing could change my mind.

I don’t think about you-
The way a child thinks about candy-
Or to the extent a mother thinks about her child-
I think about you in every thought, and with each my feelings deepen.

I don’t talk about you-
Like you hurt me-
Or you’re something gone far away-
I talk about you as if anything else isn’t worth mentioning when you’re an option.

I don’t love you-
More than anyone else-
Or to a depressing degree-
I just would only say the phrase to you, because it’s only true for you, and I never knew what love was until I met you.