I am in love with the way your legs intertwine with mine. I am in love with the way your hands run across my skin. I am in love with the way I fall asleep and wake up with your body so close to mine; you are always less than millimeters away from me. I am in love with the way you lay your cheek on my forehead and when we are falling asleep together. I am in love with your teddy bear eyes, and the way you click your tongue when you are thinking. I am in love with the way your lips curl in when you get awkward. I am in love with your laugh, and how we punch each other every time we see a Volks Wagon; we call out the colors like it's the end of the world if we don't. I am in love with how your eyes become wider when you get serious. I am in love with the way you still keep every single letter I have ever written to you. I am in love with how you have an obsession with chewing ice; it sounds like you are breaking glaciers inside of your mouth. I am in love with how you let me run my fingertips gently on your ear to help calm me down. I am in love with how your arm lays on my stomach and chest, somehow waking me in such a gentle way. I am in love with the way you comfort me when we watch scary movies, the way you take my hand and lead me into bed with you. I am in love with the way you make me food without complaining about having to go through the trouble of doing so. I am in love with how you grow more calm and sleepy when I run my fingers through your hair late at night. I am in love with our nicknames and how you still owe me a better dance than the first time we heard our song. I am in love with the way you periodically poke me to wake me up every morning. I am in love with every single memory we have, with every stolen glance, with every secretive moment.
I am in love with so many things that are between us.

But I am not in love with you.


- { m.j. }