You sang a lot

Yesterday you sang a lot. You seemed happy too. You sang along when Linger by the Cranberries played. It somehow made me want to say things to you. Maybe it's the weather too or was it the pitch of your voice and it went right with the lyric? I went crazy again and I'm trying hard not to say anything foolish. I wanted so much to tell you how I like your voice when you sing, it comforts me and excites me at the same time. But instead, I told you "I don't like Linger." You asked me why I don't like it, and of course, I have no reason why. I just wish I didn't make you feel too terrible.