He likes coffee in the morning, but only if there's no tea
He likes it light; really milky and sugary
Sometimes he gets nervous and runs a hand through his hair
And he doesn't notice how it makes me stare
When he's really laughing, his dimples pop out
When he's faking that sound, his eyebrows stay down
He often gets sad when I'm sharing that feeling
But kisses me hard so I know that he means it
I know where he works and what he does in his free time
When we fight, we both explode because we're two passionate young minds
I know a lot of things about myself and him
but not other love burns brighter than what we feel within