Nov 2013
It's the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up and your lips part into a smile.
It's the way you randomly squeeze me tighter for just a second, whether it be my hand or my frame is a hug.
It's the way you tense up and exhale when my lips find your earlobe.
It's the way you look before you kiss me.
It's the way you trace circles along my skin in quiet moments.
It's the way you fall asleep next to me, spooning me from behind.
It's the way you wake up on the other side of the bed, with messy hair and quick arms to pull me back into you.
It's the way you focus on the television, even if my lips are all over you.
It's the way you randomly bring me chocolate, or when I had flowers on my doorstep when my best friend left.
It's the way you don't read what I write, because now I can make a gift out of it.
It's the way you leave me writing about you nearly every day regardless.
It's the way you're practical and level headed, though you can be silly and goofy too.
It the way you squirm when I lightly roll my fingers along your sides, across your abdomen.
It's the way you pin my hands above my head when you kiss me.
It's the way you kiss my neck, my chest, my hands and my lips. It's very much just the way you kiss me.
It's the way you told me you loved me when you were drunk.
It's the way you use your wits- I expect nothing less than a sarcastic or cryptic comment from you.
It's the way you're bright, you're naturally smart and inclined to succeed.
It's the way you involve me in your passions.
It's the way you don't involve me in our own plans- I usually don't know what's going on.
It's the way you keep busy, how well-rounded you are.
It's the way you leave me wanting more.
It's the way you show me you love me more than you tell me.
It's the way you listen to my stories, even if I'm telling you the story twice.
It's the way you make this easy- I don't have doubts, I don't have to question how you feel.
It's the way you let me move at my own pace, the way you were always so patient.
It's the way you gave me a second chance, and I can't thank you enough for it.
It's always been the way you say good night.
It's the way you are with me, and I love that.
It's the way you randomly squeeze me tighter for just a second, whether it be my hand or my frame is a hug.
It's the way you tense up and exhale when my lips find your earlobe.
It's the way you look before you kiss me.
It's the way you trace circles along my skin in quiet moments.
It's the way you fall asleep next to me, spooning me from behind.
It's the way you wake up on the other side of the bed, with messy hair and quick arms to pull me back into you.
It's the way you focus on the television, even if my lips are all over you.
It's the way you randomly bring me chocolate, or when I had flowers on my doorstep when my best friend left.
It's the way you don't read what I write, because now I can make a gift out of it.
It's the way you leave me writing about you nearly every day regardless.
It's the way you're practical and level headed, though you can be silly and goofy too.
It the way you squirm when I lightly roll my fingers along your sides, across your abdomen.
It's the way you pin my hands above my head when you kiss me.
It's the way you kiss my neck, my chest, my hands and my lips. It's very much just the way you kiss me.
It's the way you told me you loved me when you were drunk.
It's the way you use your wits- I expect nothing less than a sarcastic or cryptic comment from you.
It's the way you're bright, you're naturally smart and inclined to succeed.
It's the way you involve me in your passions.
It's the way you don't involve me in our own plans- I usually don't know what's going on.
It's the way you keep busy, how well-rounded you are.
It's the way you leave me wanting more.
It's the way you show me you love me more than you tell me.
It's the way you listen to my stories, even if I'm telling you the story twice.
It's the way you make this easy- I don't have doubts, I don't have to question how you feel.
It's the way you let me move at my own pace, the way you were always so patient.
It's the way you gave me a second chance, and I can't thank you enough for it.
It's always been the way you say good night.
It's the way you are with me, and I love that.
