The man who sat in front of me in the last Saturday night. Yes, this post belongs to you.
I love how you look at me, how you stare at me with your shady look.
I love how every single words that came from your lips seem so beautiful.
I love how you hold your phone and play on it over and over again.
I love your smile, and also your laughter.
I love how you share your plans about your future.
I don’t know I just love every single thing that you do. I know, I do.
I remember things better with you. I look at you, lying in your arms, and I know, I’m home.