The way they always wear their favourite cologne (which happens to be the
one that you bought them for their birthday).
The way they always run their hands through our hair.
The way they look at you and you want to die right then and there.
The way they casually put their arms around you.
The way they kiss away your tears.
... and the way that they then get mad at how they can't make your problem
go away.
The way they show off around their friends, even though you both know that
you would love them even if they missed a basket or two.
How their eyes light up at the result of three hours of preparing for your
date
How they always know just what to say to make you blush.
How they sometimes think that they know just what to say to make you feel
better, even if you think that it is the worst thing that they could say.
The way they hold you close when you're cold.
How they look at you when you're mad at them and all your anger melts
away.
How they always smile when you're together.
The way they always let you win any game that you play together.
... and then when you point that out to them they pretend to not know what
you're talking about
The way they smile at you.
The way you feel when they call to apologise after you had a big fight.
The way they say "I love you."
The way they say "I love you" in front of their friends.
The way they touch and hold you so gently, like they're afraid they'll
break you.
The way they kiss you.
The way they open their arms to you when you're crying.
The way they never admit that you hurt them.
The way they try not to cry when they are afraid that they are losing you.
The way they think that they are your big protector, even though you think
that you are theirs.
The way they say "I miss you," even though they hate to admit it.
The way you miss everything about them when they are gone.
The way they remember your special moments, or anniversaries when you
think that they forgot.
The way they apologise when they do forget.
The way they comfort you when you have a bad day.
How you can't wait to get home and tell them all about your day.
How they write you love letters even if they think that it's uncool.
How they would rather be with you than their friends.
How you want to hug them even though they're all sweaty.
Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know
that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your
life, whatever they were to the world, they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes, travelling to the depths of their souls and
you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life
is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of his heart. We
love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a
thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
A few reasons why guys
like girls
They always smell good even if it's just shampoo.
The way their heads always find the right spot on your shoulder.
How cute they look when they sleep.
The ease in which they fit into our arms.
The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the
world.
How cute they are when they eat.
The way they take hours to get dressed, but in the end it's worth it.
The way they're always warm even when its minus 30 outside.
The way they look good no matter what they wear.
The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think
she's the most beautiful thing on this earth.
How cute they are when they argue.
The way her hand always finds yours.
The way they smile.
The way you feel when you see their name up on the call ID after you just
had a big fight.
The way she says "Let's not fight anymore," even though you know that an
hour later ...
The way they kiss you when you do something nice for them.
The way they kiss you when you say "I love you."
Actually ... just the way they kiss you.
The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
Then the way they apologise for crying over something that silly.
The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
Then the way they apologise when it does hurt (even though we don't admit
it!).
The way they say "I miss you."
The way you miss them.
The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't
hurt them anymore.
Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know
that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your
life, whatever they were to the world, they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes, travelling to the depths of their souls and
you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life
is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her heart. We
love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a
thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.