I like the way you talk.
I like the way you watch me from the corner of your eye, acting as if you don’t.
Or when you look at me dead on, challenging, but softly.
I like how you tug at my heart in the late hours of the night.
I like the feel of your arms completely enveloping me and allowing you to swallow me whole in your sea of emotions.
I like the way you linger around me at the end of conversations, leaving room for possibilities.
Leaving room for things to think about later.
Leaving room for wishful thinking.