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People always ask me what I like about him. Its everything. I like him. The way he talks, the way he acts, the way he says my name. The way he always check like 10 times if his car its really locked. The way he goes to the kichen to see if he refrigerator is really closed, and always is. The way he always think we are out of gas and we arent. The way he thinks he is weird when he is adorable. The way he looks at me, so diferent from the other guys. The way he is older, and kind of sees me as a little girl. The way he holds my arm, not my hand. The way he always are so in to me and at the same time he doesnt give a shit about us and our stupid love affair. I love the silence. I really adore the way we just stay shut, like on mute, for more then 15 minutes, just thinking, and looking at each other, and wondering... Well that is in my case. Im always wondering. He drives me crazy cause I never know what is going by his mind. I do like him, and I like him a lot, this isnt just a thing for a long time. At least for me, and that is the problem. I cant get him to look at me in a diferent way. I mean, really look at me, like me, not just... you know... fuck me. Cause i know we could... I mean we would... I mean we should... Be good together.