I like the way my body shudders when I’m close to you.
I like that my pulse rushes, that I need to take long, deep breaths in order to keep my composure.
I like the way your fingers play with mine when my hand is in yours.
I like that we can be awkward together and laugh about it.
I like the way you look into my eyes when I’m looking into yours.
I like the way you look at me, when I’m looking up at the stars or staring out into the horizon.
I like the way your eyes search mine while mine search for answers in this big, wide world.
I like how you gently caress my skin as you place your hand on my knees.
I like how you give me space to think, and time, to respond.
I like that you let me rest my head on your shoulders because it feels comfortable.
I like how we repeat each other’s words like we’re 2-year olds still learning how to speak.