Because you couldn’t keep your feelings hidden for more than a week. Because I caught all the times you were staring at me, but you pretended not to. Because I saw the way your eyes softened when you looked at me. Because of the intense chemistry I originally tried to deny. Because of the tingling I felt whenever your arm brushed against mine. Because I couldn’t help but smile when we spoke. Because you were patient. Because of the pointless arguing. Because I tried to push you away, but you wanted to stay. Because you said you wouldn’t leave unless I gave you a reason. Because I couldn’t stay mad at you no matter how hard I tried.
Because of the way you couldn’t help but listen whenever I spoke. Because you remembered that cherry blossoms were my favorite. Because of the way you remembered everything I’ve ever said. Because you said I was “like a flower that stood out, that you couldn’t snatch just yet, but always wanted just for yourself.” Because you called me “adorable” whenever I “stressed over nothing.” Because you noticed parts of me that I always thought were overlooked. Because you said I was “purehearted” even at my worst. Because you knew I never had a safe place to land, so you became that for me. Because you called me out for my “bad acting” when it came to showing my true feelings. Because you simply just laughed every time I got mad and called you a jackass.
Because you called me “beautiful,” and for the first time, I actually believed it. Because being wrapped in your arms made me feel safe. Because of the way you played with my long black hair. Because of the way you could take one look into my eyes and understand me like no one else. Because you understood the deepest, darkest parts of me and still said I was worth everything.
Because you pushed me in a way that no one else ever has before, and in the best possible way. Because you never made me feel like a burden. Because you brought out my vulnerable side. Because you brought back that childhood giggle I thought was long gone. Because you brought back the version of me that’s a romantic and loves the color pink. Because you helped me fall in love with my naturally curly hair again after seventeen years. Because in the short four months we shared, I started to like the version of myself that I became whenever I was around you. Because it was simply just you.
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