Sure, I know this feeling. It is familiar and comfortable, but somehow this time it’s a little different. It’s already more than I imagined it to be. People sometimes tell me to take it slow and keep the options open, but I’m quite sure this is what I want right now. So I take a dive and go for your eyes, staring into my sunglasses and secretly checking yourself out. Your right hand, subtly seeking mine. Why does it feel like we’ve done this a thousand times before? The way you explore a bookshelf, I could look at you for hours. Strolling through the store, determined to buy a book. The million faces you make, we both know they are funny. The little games you try to win and don’t admit losing. Not to mention those answers to anything, always having something general to say but thank god, I know better than that. You intrigue me, you entangle me in feelings I can’t really keep up with, so instead I enjoy and just chill . Okay, I admit it, you stroking my hair is kind of an instant killer to my coolness. But that is a good thing, right? The truth is, I love being around you. I’m not used to smiling this much anymore, you know. So I suggest we just stick to this and yes, you may kiss me now.