i hate it how...

he grabs my waist to bring me towards him...

or the way he smirks at me and shakes his head

the way he thinks i'm mysterious

the way he plays in my hair

and holds my hand

i hate it.

i hate all the excitement he has for the little things in life

and how he pinky promises even though we're too grown

the way me knows what side i sleep on

when we go to bed

the way he attempts to type up some work

with his arms around me...

and though its fairly impossible

i hate it...

how he thinks he over shares all the geeky stuff about his work

or the way he closes his eyes and laughs so hard when he thinks something's really funny

the way he cracks his toes on my ankles

and how his scent lingers on my pillows for days...

the way he kisses my forehead... even though he knows what they mean...

and i hate it all because... deep down... i really like it...

urgh.

written. 3.26.12