I like someone.

I fancy him. I really fancy him. I really really really fancy him. Hell, I like him so much one would say that I actually fancy him. Like actually. But wait, I digress. All I'm saying is that I fancy him. I fancy him as much as my seventeen year old heart would allow. Yes, I do believe I fancy him. Very much so, in fact. I fancy him. I fancy him. I. Fancy. Him. 

Do you think I got my message across?

- Azalea