I like when he remembers things. Little things. Things I didn't realize he even heard or paid
attention to. He’ll mention things like
my family or friends that I talked about nearly a month ago. He’ll say things like “Don’t you Hate nuts?”,
“You want to be a bio teacher right?” or something along the lines of “You
wouldn't do that, that’s against your views.”
He pretends he doesn't listen. He
makes it a point to say he doesn't listen.
But I know he does. His favorite
thing to do is write my name like “Hannah.” When he knows I hate it. He says “I forgot” but I say “No you just
like when I get angry and you do it on purpose.” He just smiles. I would kill to keep that smile on his face
forever. Not his time to take a picture
smile, Time to fake it smile, but his I am generally happy smile. That smile touches my heart in a certain type
of way. He’s so funny too really he is
without even knowing it. He makes funny
faces at things and climbs on things. At
times he acts like a child and I like that about him as well because he’s just
so oblivious to the world that he doesn't care.
A part of me wants to take care of that innocence he has. Listening though that is what I love most
about him. He talks I listen. I talk He pretends not to listen. It’s a balance. It’s beautiful.
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