#207.
Hi. I like you. I like you a hell of a lot. I like you a hell of a lot because you laugh at my oh so lame jokes. I like you because you don't ever say 'sup' because it's boring and you have better things to talk about. I like how you text me every night, and end with little love hearts that have extra threes like this <333333. It turns into an emoticon on my phone but I still like it. I like that you have the same love for quirky t shirts that I do!I really like how you gave me a nickname the first time we talked for real, and I really like that you continue to call me that nickname every time you msg or talk to me. (Even though it's a pretty shit nickname.) I like how you're just like a big kid, that always wants to cuddle, and you taught me how to sleep caterpillar mode so that I'd be warm.

I like how you shared what you shared with me tonight, and I like how you wait for me to say 'Ilyt' after every 'I love you' that you fire my way.

I can't stop thinking of all the things I like about you and everything I don't like but might grow to like in the future. Right now the pros list is outweighing the cons. So why is it that I keep looking for excuses?




Irrelevant, but wow that made me chuckle on a night like tonight. (:

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