Three words Eight letters say it and im yours

No, I don’t love you. I just get butterflies when ever I see you. And try to hold your hand. I can never look you in the eyes, but I always look as soon as you turn away. I don’t think you’re handsome, not at all. You are so, so much better than that. Hell, you’re better than beautiful. I love it when I catch you looking at me, it makes me smile. I tell you that you’re amazing constantly, and one day I hope you believe me. I’ve left you so many times, you’ve left me so many times. And yet, we always end up closer than ever. You never try to impress me, but you impress me all the same. Your eyes are what I love most about you, because even though you’ve left your innocence behind, it’s still their in your eyes. Your always in the back of my mind, and the front, and the sides.. You always let me know when I’m wrong, and you’re not a people pleaser. You have so many imperfections, and you’re confident about everyone about them. I’d rather fight with you, then get along with anyone else. You have the best advice, and even when I make the wrong choice you stand up for me. You have never, ever let me down, and I know you never will. you have no manners, and you are an illiterate piece of fuck, but you’re still the closest thing to perfect. I don’t love you.. maybe I do?