I loved the way his nose curved,
And the way his fingers curl,
When he's looking at me.
I loved the way he'd look so angry,
But be feeling something so unique.
I loved the way he'd feel,
Like everything was too much.
I loved the way his voice,
Made him sound like he was from somewhere else.
I love the way he looks at me,
Like I'm completely different.
I love the way he thinks of me,
Like I'm suddenly so distant.
I love the way he talks to me,
Like I'm utterly indifferent.
I loved the way he touched me,
Like I was curiously nonresistant.
