I really love the little things. I honestly think the little things make me fall in love. Like when the person I’m with has the balls to look me in the eye, smile, grab the back of my head and kiss me with that same smile still outlining our kiss or bring me a flower that was just spontaneously found that made you think of me. I like it when I’m brought all my favorite things when I’m having a shitty day. I like having my hand held, especially when the grip tells me that you want to be the only one to ever do that. I like being kissed, pretty much everywhere anytime, all the time, as long as it’s completely sincere. I like being given songs, like really well thought out, meaningful songs with lyrics I understand you feel towards me. I like jokes, cheesy ones, if you can make me laugh I appreciate it. I like when you just jam out and start singing to a song right in front of me, especially if you’ve got your own dance moves. I like being held, I never feel safer than in that moment when your body heat is like a safety blanket to comfort me. Cuddling is the best type of being held. I like listening to childhood stories, the thought of you being so innocent and vulnerable gives me butterflies. I like concern, I like it when you show concern for me or interest might be a better word. I like it when you show interest in what I do or say, even if it’s not your thing. It shows me that you care about what matters to me. There’s more, but I guess what I really want to say is that if you make me matter and you take the time to treat me like I’m important to you, it doesn’t matter if I’m not important to anyone else I will treat you just the same and love you more than anything. Okay, maybe from my heart to yours.
Maybe from my head to your heart.
