but I love the way you laugh, and
how your eyes squint up,
and you bare your teeth.
I love when I feel the warmth
of your calloused hand
hugging my cheek.
You know how you always seem
to just, stare into my soul?
I love that too.
But what I love the most about you
is that I don't have to try,
to be anything.
I love how you can put me at ease,
because that is something
that no one else can do.
I don't love you.
But I want to.