I like it when you give me a ride back home on the back of your scooter. I like sticking my head out so the wind hits my face like a happy dog, while you laugh and hold me close.
I like kissing your neck, and how you hug me when I try to escape.
I like waking up and having someone to talk with right away. I like that you take me for breakfast, even though you have things to do and it’s late.
I like that you ask me what I like. I like that you don’t even have to because you already know.
I like it, but I don’t love it. Because I like everything we do, except that I’m doing it with you.