#Prose: January 11, 2015

I don’t know what made me fall in love with you.

Must be your smile. Your laughter. Your voice.

Must be the way you run your hand through your hair.

Must be your humor. Your twisted words. Your scent.

Must be the sensation when your hand pressed mine.

Must be the gaze you give me when you want to say something but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

Must be the way you see the world. It’s beautiful.

Must be your chill soul.

Or must be just you. In general.

I don’t care. I’ve fallen. And I’m going to love everything that you are.