Loving a person never been this easy.
I love his messy hair. I love his band t-shirts. I love his brit pop playlist.
I love how he pat my head. I love how he suddenly pull me to his side and hug me so tight when nobody see us.
I love it when he just sit there and watch me dancing. I love it when he try to memorize ballet term to make me happy.
I love how awkward he is.
I love how honest he is.
I love how simple he is.
I love him because he doesn’t care about my messed life.
I love him because he can listen to my story about my big annoying family patiently.
I love him because he let me see his weakest part.
I love him because he trusts me.
I still can go on, but importantly, I love him because our hands fit perfectly. That’s enough for me.
Again, another fiction. I’m not falling in love with anyone right now hahaha.