It's in the way she looks at me and turns me to puddy.It's in the way she smiles every time I utter something stupid, pretending it's actually funny.It's all about the way she gracefully plays with her fingers, while I'm ranting on about nonsense.It's how she acts when I'm around, somehow bringing out the best in me.
That's why I like her...
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