It’s not the way he made me feel. Or the way he treats me. Nor the way we interact. I genuinely love him. Just the way he is.
He was cute the first time I met him. I also liked the way he shook my hand. I like the way he talked and he never really seemed intimidating. I always noticed him from afar just from the way he walks. I like how dedicated he was with his studies. I also found him interesting since he didn’t do whatever other people were doing. His love for his family fascinates me and I’m constantly envious of his intelligence.
His voice is soothing and I always yearn to hear more of it. He smells freaking great as well. Always neat. I find it incredibly funny how much time and how obsessed he is with his hair, haha. He’s adorable when he talks about his blackheads and pores as well. I like how charming he is when he drives and I can never take my eyes off of him. He’s good with words and I like his humor. I like that he has a big appetite, which surprises me every time, and isn’t a picky eater. I also find him cute because how obsessed he is with his savings. His introverted side reminds me of myself, so relatable and adorable.
His smile alone makes me happy. I love watching him eat snacks and sweets because of his happy face. I like his response when he had enough of me. And I hate playing badminton with him, way too good at it, haha. I love playing video games with him because he’s a good carry, but at the same time he sucks at reading. I love his shy face, incredibly cute and adorable. Makes me want to hug him and tease him even more. He enjoys dancing and watching him dance while brushing his teeth is a blessing.
I fell in love for the first time. It took me 30 years and I don’t know if I can survive this.
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