the littlest things.
the closest thing i’ve written to a poem in forever was a really long text:
i’m thinking about all the little things i love about you, like the way you smell and the shape of your jaw and the color of your eyes. i love running my hand through your hair and watching it ruffle back and forth. i love how soft you are and the smoothness of your skin. i love watching you get dressed after you take a shower and seeing your wet slicked back hair. i love hearing about what you were like before we met. i love the way you have a slight lisp that comes and goes. i love your happy trail and floppiness and softness of your earlobes and the size of your hands and feet and the way you walk and dance and breathe when you sleep.
i suppose you could say that i am completely in love with you.
