I love the way you kiss my forehead, the way you like to play with my fingers. I love how we’ll have tickle fights on the bed, and how we always try to have sneaky attacks out of a sudden. Or how we’ll mess around, pushing each other into walls and acting like idiots. I love the way your hands were placed perfectly on my face before you leaned in to kiss me. How your kisses give me a warm feeling. How we’ll try not to laugh as we try to act serious. I love laughing together with you at random stuffs like some retards. I love waking up seeing i have a text from you. How you’ll send me random texts of saying you miss/love me. I love the way you disturb me till i wna box you. I love giving you the -.- face whenever you say something lame. I love abusing you but not wanting to hurt you. I love messing up your hair even though it won’t be messy. I love being lazy with you, watching funny shows and falling asleep in your arms. I love how you’ll always take care of me, and trying to act stern with me. Sometimes, it gets hard, lying awake at night, knowing that I can’t have you there by my side; knowing that I can’t see you every day and be there for you when you need me. I love everything about you and all the small little things the most, I never thought they’ll end up meaning everything to me. ♥