I like your hair when you think it’s too long,
I like the freckles that dust your nose and cheeks,
And I like your crooked teeth just the way they are.
I like when you wear t-shirts that show off your neck and collarbone,
But I also like when you wear geeky knitted sweaters most teenage boys wouldn’t be caught dead in.
I like the way you smile when I can’t form a compliment,
And the way you smile when I make a joke,
And the way you smile when we’re talking,
And I like the way you talk like you’re a poet.
I like the way you use words I don’t understand,
And I like that I can’t pronounce your favourite word, though I’ve memorized its definition.
I like how you stand with your hands in your pockets,
And rest your feet on things you shouldn’t,
I like it when you say, “Whatever you want,”
And when you say my name,
And when you move your feet a little closer to mine when we watch movies.
I like that you will take the time to remind me that I’m not worthless or unappreciated.
I like how you make stupid noises when you think it’s too quiet,
And I like the way you smirked at me when you played guitar.
I especially like the way you dance with your little sister although you don’t like dancing yourself,
I like how close you are to your family,
I even like how you say goodbye to me so that you can concentrate on them.
I like that you’re taller than me,
And I like that you make friends easily,
And I like that you love to make me laugh.
To tell you the truth, I like you a lot more than I should.
