I liked him because he chose me when I would definitely not have chosen myself.

He liked me because I stood for everything he was not.

I liked him because he was intimidating.

He liked me because I was safe.

I liked him because he talked about the world in a way that most people don’t have time to do.

He liked me because I listened.

I liked him because I needed to stop liking somebody else.

He liked me because I was there.

I liked him because he spoke a language of emotions I could understand.

He liked me because I knew how to love but not how to stop.

I liked him because he was good for my ego.

He liked me because I was always down.

I liked him because I had never met someone I could so easily trust before.

He liked me because he had never met someone he could so easily talk to before.

I liked him because he would never like me.

He liked me because I was momentary.

I liked him because he would always like me. 

He liked me because he thought I was interesting. 

I liked him because he looked at me like I was beautiful.

He liked me because I would always be just out of reach.