I like the way you make me feel, but not the things you say sometimes. It's ok, I tell myself, it's just how you are, part of who you are which I am learning to accept. Kinda like how you are learning to understand and accept the good and not-so-good parts about me.
That's part of what is likable about you, the understanding and accepting. There are the not so likable bits too, like your indecision. And all I can do is wait. Be scared, and wait.