Is it the way
he takes extra long to “look” for his socks, even though you both know they’re
in the hallway where you pushed him up against a wall?
Do you know
when he says something out of a fairytale like, “That was hot. I’m in town for
another three days, maybe we can meet up again.”
Or is the fact
that he finally hugged you before you fled his house at 4 a.m. on a Friday
night?
Ah, love — it’s
a magical thing.
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