The way your lips used to touch mine without necessarily having to kiss me. The way you’d play with my hair, just because. The way you’d scold me for being upset about something so shallow. The way you changed me for the better. The way you’d watch as I slept, and make me feel embarrassed for looking the way I did. The way I could be as foolish and as childish as I wanted without you judging me. The way you’d take care of me when you’d forget to pick me up from class. And the way you smell that had captivated me from the beginning. All that, all gone.
(via jaamromeroo)
smile when kissing him :)