Whenever I see you it makes me smile a little bit. Your existence makes me happy, and the way I felt after the day we met and we talked for 8 hours straight and then fell asleep next to each other is hard to get past. When I told you I didn’t want to do anything rash and you told me that I should stop worrying right before you kissed me, is hard to forget.
Even harder is when you told me that you made a mistake. I reminded you of somebody else and couldn’t we just pretend it didn’t happen.
I know you asked me to forget that it happened, and I really wish I could, but I still melt when I see you, even if I don’t show it.