i like it when we talk. but i like it more when we're totally silent. listening to what the tapping rain is trying to tell us.
i like when you wear dresses. but i like it more when you wear sweatshirts with stretched-out necks. one shoulder struggling to keep you covered, the other threatening to reveal more.
i like your smooth hands. but i like your callused fingers more. they remind me of how much I love you strumming a guitar.
the smallest things about you take up the the largest place in my mind.