to like someone

A thought crossed my mind today. What makes us like someone?

It seems like a pretty ridiculous question, some even doubt an answer. It's not a rational thing, it just happens. So they say.
I'm not so sure. I think there is reason to investigate this. Why? (Gosh I can feel my writing mod lessons creeping in right now!)
The thing, I observe that our hearts lead us to places we shouldn't be. It's odd because some people think that when it feels right, it is right. Some think that the special something makes the call. The special something happens with special someones and thereby signals the single flower amidst the forest.
Apparently not! Have not your feeling led you places you shouldn't (and for the more rational, didn't) want to be? Well what do "places" here mean?

I mean, if you have experienced, a girl who is incredibly intriguing but somehow there's something doesn't tick well at all. For instance, maybe she's this rich girl from some other country, with parents who enthusiastically believe in arranged marriages? Or how about someone who's everything but Christian? How about...
It goes on, and I assure you, into even more specific categories. I don't want to think about all of that now.

But it strikes me.

For one, I admit to liking multiple girls at any given, general, instance. I agree however, that there is always one who is different. Vastly outclassing the rest in hierarchy. Not in terms of class, intellect or anything. In something... even I don't know.
Just one, just one girl enjoys the privilege of ever appearing in the dreams. Just one whom you're not only happy, but pleased and overwhelmed whenever you see her. Just this one whose reactions feel like a crystal mirror, who seems to be acutely responding to all the ugliness in me. Just this particular girl whose happiness seems tantamount. You wish you were there whenever she needed help. You always went over the top when it comes to assisting her. You drop everything, you search the internet dry for answers. You run, not walk when there is something she needs.
Whereas the rest... if they got caught in a tight situation earlier in the day you don't feel the same sense of loss. Sometimes.. you just laugh it off. You prioritize acting cool.
But the girl is different. You forget to. Sometimes you sit back and wonder if the way you behaved made you look more like a girl. And you wonder if you should artificially bolster your chauvinistic side. These plans never work. They always fall flat.

But yet. This girl... at the back of your mind you know she's kinda incompatible. Strangely, fatally incompatible. You try to picture how an evening would be spent with her... and nothing quite surfaces. You marvel at how the random events you have had unfolded effortlessly. They were enjoyed thoroughly but evidently never to be replicated.
You think you have exchanged words over deep topics before but you cannot be sure if you can pull it off again. At any rate, getting her will feel like a lifetime achievement, yet possessing her feels so.. futile.
Sometimes you want something so much until the only thought which stands a chance of sobering you is "and then? So what?"
And you never quite find the answer.

Maybe she likes you too. In the same special way. Tragically, neither of you have the answer. The drag is killing you both, her eyes fall and with that, you.

So special... and yet ultimately replaceable. As life rolls on, the awkwardness cements the impossibility. Some other special person comes into play and you feel this nonsense again. Maybe this time it all works out. Maybe not.

Either way, I don't see the answer I desire. If it only works out now, what's the difference? If it doesn't then what difference do our feelings even make? What does it mean to like someone? I grow gradually discouraged!
Desperately Discouraged. Discouragement perpetuates desperation.