Imaginary

I like the way you look at me, and the way you stroke my hair. I like the way you talk to me, and make me float on air. I like the way you laugh, the way you feel, the way you touch. I like the way you look, the way you cry, the way you run. I like how your eyes sparkle even without the sun, and I even like the jagged scar that runs along your thumb. I like the silky roughness of your voice, and how you sing to me at night. I like the way you make me feel like everything is right.

I like the way you love me, and the way that I love you. I like that you're my teddy bear, and I like how much you care; but most of all I like the way that you're not really there.