I like that he always sometimes mostly seems to find me.
I like hugging him the must ’cos he does that really well.
I like seeing him ’cos I miss him plenty (plus he’s really cute J)
I like laughing at him ‘cos laughing at Omelette is meant to be a ‘no-no’
I like when he teases me ’cos revenge is sweet and I get to have mine back.
I like listening to him ‘cos he sounds like a movie… a bad indian romance movie.
I like that he thinks he’s some sorta celeb, so I get to practice rolling my eyes. A LOT.
He hugs me tight
He holds my hand
He gives me pecks
He thinks I’m SUPER FLY
He hates lights cos’ he’s a vampire
He’s matric number is in his beard
He lets me walk around to my foot’s content.
And once in a while, he gets kiss-o-manic…
He says he’s my boy-friend,
and I like him plenty.
p.s He probably is.