His lips are my favorite flavor. I cherish his taste and find myself  craving it within moments after he is gone. We laid there tonight lip-locked and smiling behind each kiss, and for some reason each kiss was its own. Each kiss seemed to symbolize us to me. To represent all the little things I love about him, and how each thing is just as great as the one before or after. To represent the number of little butterflies this boy has given me, and will proceed to give me in the future. To represent how many little feelings of hope between us I have felt and will hopefully continue to feel. And to represent our good times. How each date is special in its very own way and just as good as the one before or after. Our kisses began to create lists inside my head, but no matter how they varied, the top of each was haunted with the word "you."