I love you.

I love the way you smell like the pinkest of bubblegums when I bury my face into the curve of your neck.

I love the wrinkle that forms between your eyes when you're thinking too hard.

I love how your mouth scrunches up on one side when you're unsure of something.

I love the way you tap your feet to unsteady rhythms in band class.

I love your chestnut waves of hair peeking out from the top of your music stand.

I love how when you look at me, breath vanishes from my lungs and my heart spits out bass-like thuds.

I love how when you look at me, I quickly glance away, then look back a split-second later and I can't stop the corners of my mouth from turning up if your eyes meet mine again.

I love how special you are.

I love how you make me feel worth something.

I love how you make me believe there's something worth fighting for.

I love how you make me feel beautiful.