It's the little things like your power over me.
We were both in the mood for some Marvel shit, so we went to see Avengers: Age of Ultron at a drive-in. We sat in the back of my pick up with blankets around us.
We'd make up our own theories about who would die or how the movie would end and you'd ask a million questions.
I guess at some point you stopped watching because I looked down to steal a glance at that beautiful face, but when I did, our eyes met. You were staring at me and I swear, I almost lost it.
I really like you. Like in a way that makes me feel good. Really good. You don't have to say it back, but I really like you.
A thousand things flew through my head at once. Confusion, embarrassment, happiness, but most of all, fear.
Because you had stolen my heart, robbed me of all control I had over my emotions, with three little words.
