It was a day, a random day, one of those days that passed by without any major events, that everyone would only have a faint remembrance later on.

  I remember he was studying for his math final as I lounged on his bed. The equations he was working on were so easy and like familiar friends to me, but I guess to him they were more like monsters. He couldn’t even remember them correctly, and ended up writing them on his eraser – a cheat sheet.

  The weird thing was, although I verbally condemned him for doing so, it made me smile so big and think, “I really like this guy.”

  “I really, really like this guy.”

  Why? I always ask myself this question. It was always the random times, the weird times, the times no one expected, that hit me and I would have the thought shining so bright inside of me: “I really like him.”  When I was watching him write his cheat sheet, when I was watching him decide what waterpack to buy, when he was spazzing over a bottle of brandy. When he was silently dancing to his music. When he was savagely gobbling up his pizza. When he was showing me the new things he got.

  It was just like that, and I would catch myself smiling at him with this warm feeling in my chest. I wouldn’t be able to stop smiling, staring at him, watching him.

  I’m afraid to admit this.

  But I think I really fell in love with him.

  He makes me sing in the shower, dance in the rain; he makes me cry at nights, stare into the distance at work.

  He makes me want to love and not want to love him at the same time.

  And then I really do both.

[Hi guys] Sorry, I'll probably be posting a lot of these random stuff lol. Love you all and goodnight x