I Like


I like how he changes his mind about everything,
from what to wear to who he talks to.
Every day he says he wants to make a decision,
but the next moment a new path arises.
In my eyes, I see someone who is struggling to choose,
but inside, he is trying to find a way.
I like this, and I think it's a good thing.
Until the day he wants to make a new change.
One that will change not just him but me as well.
For once, I don't like something.
I don't like this indecisiveness.
But I like that one day this choice will make him happy.
I like this. And so does he.

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