Starting to fall in the talking stage

I think I like you.

I like the way you look over and smile at me.

I like the way you grab my head instead of saying goodbye.

I like how you refuse to call me by my actual name or any name you didn’t customize for me.

I like the way you held me that one time I was scared... And the way you chuckled when I kissed your forehead

I like that you see me for who I want to be... And that you’re all your friend’s biggest fan.

I like that you’re talented... At everything. Yet it can be quite annoying at times.

I like your heart... How you’re so broken but so put together. How your so confident, but so not.

I like the way you tease me... How you’re so mysterious. That can be quite annoying actually.

I like that we don’t argue... But when we do I don’t like that you’re always right.

I think... I like you, I guess