He could look at me sideways and still think i was beautiful. He was the kind that you get tangled up in laying together. You pay more attention to the way his hair falls or the freckles on his face than the movie you're watching. I can't help but fall in love with every single detail. The lines that form around his eyes, or how his mouth flies open when he laughs. The way he tells me i'm "so short" and rests his arm on my head. Even that can't bother me. It's a perfect fit. You can always tell when he's nervous; he bites the skin around his fingers. He rubs my thumb with his when our hands meet.
And you know what?
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
