kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ

I love the things he does, the things he says. 

The way he walks and the sparkle in his eyes when he flashes that beautiful smile. 

His clumsy movements make my heart dance. 

The scent of his familiar cologne drives me to wish I had a shirt of his, so that when I’m lonely I can lift it to my face, and the fragrance will leave me feeling less alone. 

And his beautiful voice, the voice that called me “baby”, even if it was for show. 

And his imperfections are my favorite part of him. They drive me near insanity because I wish so badly that he could be mine.