I wish I could know if you want me as much as I want you. Both of us have been hurt by our exes, but we both need the comfort and acceptance found in a friend’s arms. I loved riding around with you last night, our arms just barely touching, accidentally or on purpose.
You always look into my eyes for longer than you need to. You say my name a lot. You notice new things about me, and comment on them. You said I have such a pretty face, without makeup on. You say sweet things to me all the time.
I like listening to you talk. I like making you laugh, so I can hear it and see your smile. I like the way you joke with me, and pick on me. I like your quiet, mellow demeanor. I like that you like 80s music, and the soft rock radio station. I like that you were totally blown away when you discovered I like hip-hop. I like you.