“is that the perfume you were wearing the other day? are you wearing it because i said i liked it?” “what? no? absolutely not. it just smells very good ok?”

she would every now and then say “let me show you some stuff on the guitar” as an excuse to get you to sit on her lap and fiddle with your fingers. she would keep every single receipt, silly polaroids, movie tickets, and moment of y’all together in a little shoebox under her bed. in her journal, she will have a bunch of little drawings of you and your features. every. single. feature.

she would teach you everything there is to know about astronomy and sneak into rooftops with you so you guys can stargaze and find constellations together. her favorite pastime of course.

“oh shit isn’t that big dipper?” “um.. no that’s sagittarius babe” “oh. well can you blame me they look alike..” “they really don’t though..”

she has a list created on her phone with every single thing you like, want to do, want to eat, buy, etc. she will show out of the blue with something you briefly mentioned 5 months ago.

“dude, is this the limited edition vinyl what the fuck?” “yeah. i know you wanted it so i got it.” “oh my god you’re perfect. i mentioned this like once. how did you even?” “none of it matters at the end i’m just glad to see you happy.” “i could make out with you right now honestly” “then why don’t you?”