I like the way your head feels on my shoulder. Soft, delicate, comforting. I like the way your apartment smells. Like incense, and candles. And before I never liked the smell of incense. I like the way you look when you read. I like the way your eyes flicker whenever I tease you, like you want to say something really mean, but you won’t. I like the way your voice sounds at 2 am. At 8 am. At 1 pm. At 5 pm. Who am I kidding, I like the way your voice sounds every minute, all the time. I like the way your lips crease into a smile. I like the way your hands move over the spatula when you’re cooking bacon. I like the way you sit in your desk chair, with your legs pulled close to you whenever you’re on your laptop. I like the way your fingers graze across mine when you reach for my hand at a stoplight. I like the way you look when you wear a hat. I like the way you pull me close to you. I like the way you say “come here” whenever I tear away. I like the way you lie on your bed, with your arm slung around my teddy bear. I like the way you drink a beer. I like the way you drive, walk, talk; I like the way you look in the mornings, evenings, dusk, dawn. I like a lot of things, I can go on and on, but I think you get the gist. I like the way you treat me, I like the way you always walk me to my car, I like the way you whine because it’s so damn adorable. I like the way I feel, like I’m a little kid in Toys R’ Us when I’m with you, giddy, excited, anticipating, happy…happy. Oh so very happy.