it’s the little things. watching her move in that dress of hers, feeling your throat tighten up. when she comes too close and suddenly all the air evaporates out of your cells. watching her lips when she talks. the way her laughter makes every bit of you warm. like it’s going to be alright if you can just get her to smile. like how you can’t stop talking about her.
“you kinda love her, huh?” your friend laughs.
yeah kinda. yeah kinda. she makes the sunset rename itself and when she’s around you the world dresses up in better colors. yeah kinda. a little.