it may sound creepy at first but bear with me. She loved watching him and his interactions, the way the side of his mouth quirked when he talked about something he loves. And the way his brows furrowed when he frowned. His smile lit her way, and his laugh was melodic. She saw him through a whole new different lens. He smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat, he held her hand and the butterflies in her stomach amplified. She may not say it a lot, but she loves him. She loves listening to him talk, she loves listening to him ranting. She lived for a smile, a touch a kiss. She may not say I love you, yet in every single gesture she makes, the unsaid words speak louder.
