I remember you asked me a hard question.

No it wasn’t about algorithms, it wasn’t about physical chemistry, it was about..

“Why do you love me?”

Ah, how can I answer this?

Maybe it was because of your goofy smile at the hall
Maybe it was because of the way your gaze always remain soft everytime you stare at me
Maybe it was because the way you sweep your sweat in the middle of the day
Maybe it was because how your ears got red when you’re happy.

But, no. Not at all. You were just being you.

“It’s because of who you are when you’re with me.”