He seems to know
100 ways to make me happy
without it ever feeling too much.
He seems to know
which specific kind of coffee
I will need when i get home.
He seems to know
that we dont really need to speak
just lay together in the grass and the sunlight
He seems to know
that I'm a hopeless romantic,
i think deep down he is the same
He seems to know
i look at the way his lips slighlty curve
when he's reads his favourite book
I think he knows
that i like him just a little
and I'll give him the world if he asks me to
And i know he knows
that he makes me smile with his words
he likes it when i smile i think.
i met a quiet, confident boy who makes me smile and goes on picnics with me.
He doesn't feel the need to fill the silence, i think we might become good friends