I like the way he scrunched his forehead up when he is thinking.
The way he looks down at his shoes when he is shy.
I like the way he smiles at me when he looks at me.
And the way he adores my happiness like it's the only thing that matters to him.
I like the way he used to asks me how my day was.
I like the way I feel around him, the way he makes me a better person.
And accepts me the way I am despite all my flaws.
I like the way his eyes light up every time he talks about the things he loves.
But I guess that’s what’s different this time.
I've never had someone look at me like they are in love with every little piece of me the way he did.