It's the way you look at me,
The way your fingers fit in between mine,
The way every kiss still feels like lightning striking,
The way you pull me closer when you wake up out of your sleep at night,
The birth mark on the side of your left eye,
The way you make adjectives and metaphors dance around my mind,
But most of all,
It's the way I spend my nights writing about you because I'm too nervous too tell you all the ways I am in love with you aloud.