Love.

I love your smile, I love how perfect it is and how your mouth looks like those cat/snake mouths that go up at the end and you look so good with your septum ring, it looks like it was made for you. Your voice is so nice and soft and calm that it annoys me because i keep screaming and you just agree with me every time, even when I tell you to stop agreeing with me. I hate Lana Del Rey because she is sad and I have no idea how you can be so sad and still so amazingly cheerful every time I see you.

At first I was scared, I feared the fact that you kept the things I gave to you, even an old empty bottle of wine. You told me things like “I wanna see you everyday” and I couldn’t understand how you couldn’t get tired of me, even though I was not tired of you at all. I never wanted a relationship and neither did you, but four months is a lot to just hang out and talk every day all the time.

My parents don’t know you, but they believe that you must be really fucking great to have put up with me for so long now and you just tell me that it’s the easiest part of your life. Our worlds are different, you work I study your family is going through a lot and mine is always as happy as can be. We weren’t supposed to meet, but something decided that this was going to happen and it did.

I love your smile, I love the way you look at me like you’re just waiting for a reaction to whatever you did, I love your septum ring and how good it looks on you, I love the fact that you’re straight and I’m not and you don’t care, I love how you love to make fun of everything I tell you and just make me realize that I am not making sense. I’m in love with you and how pretty your neck is, I’m in love with these marks on my neck that you made just because I was talking to another guy, I’m in love with the feeling of us, of being able to hold you and take you to places.

I don’t think I’ll say that you for at least the next four months, but just for know, my computer knows that I’m in love with you.