Where I Belong.

I like the way my heart races when I see your face. I like the way shivers shoot up my spine when your hand touches mine.

I like the little nothings that you whisper in my ear, just to make me smile. I like the way you write your name on my hand; so I can’t forget you.

I like how you bite your lip when you smile. I like how I could listen to you talk about anything and never get tired of it.

I like how you take my hand and pull me around, singing loudly; as if we were the only two people in the world. I like how you think I look beautiful, even when I think I’m a walking disaster.

I like how you make a heart with your hands to show me you care. I like how your hand fits perfectly in my own.

I like how we stay on the phone late into the night talking about nothing. I like how just thinking about you drives me absolutely insane.

I like how your lips feel against mine, not too soft or rough. I like lying next to you, right where I belong.