Why I like her

  It's in the way she looks at me and turns me to putty. 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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Archive note: first published November 18, 2007, lightly copyedited for spacing and one obvious typo (‘puddy’ → ‘putty’).

Part of the Early Fragments: 2007–2008 collection.