50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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Your rambling

One of my favorite sounds in the world is you pouring your heart out until you can't breathe (and sometimes, I have to insist that you stop to breath because once you had an asthma attack). Telling me every little thought that crosses your mind. I love it to an extent I sometimes don't listen to your words, I just watch you.

I've even noticed how you use your hands in a specific way depending on the topic or mood of the conversation. You pout when you're confused, get all fidgety when you're getting something off your chest, and smiling so wide and even doing little dances when you're excited. I just sit there and wonder, wow, how did I get so lucky?

If I could, you would be the only thing I'd listen to for the rest of my life.