i like...well, i likeD that we could talk. the way he makes me feel, the way he looks at me, the way he knows somethings wrong even before i do. the way he makes me laugh, the way he makes me cry, the way he apologizes for making me cry. the way he overanalyzes things, they way he thinks too much, he doesnt care what people think.. the way he drinks, but bitches about everyone elses drinking, the wya he laughs, the way he smiles, the way he brushes his teeth. the way he shaves because he knows i hate beards right when i get there. the way he's ticklish on his arms. the way he carries that stupid listerine crap in his pocket because he's afraid of bad breath. the way his phone rings the mario song the way that one time it took us three hours to leave his bed letalone his house. the way i feel like i could sit there and stare into his eyes forever and never blink. the way everyone tells me i'm wasting my time, but it never feels like it. the way the world stops whenever he's around. the way i feel like we defy gravity.