cliché.

I love you wearing a pyjama,

not just because that means

your bed isn't far,

but also because there's not much as adorable

as your sleepy eyes and the feeling of your head

lying down on my shoulder

you don't have a clue

how I consume this feeling

I love the gestics

you use to explain what you're talking about,

cause your fingers always form hearts without noticing it

I love it

when you think like that,

the times your head is in action

and I can literally see your brain working,

as if we were in a Disney Movie

you know,

your raising eyebrow,

I think it's too cute

and it's a cliché,

but I really do love your smile

cause it's not just warming,

nor simply enlightening,

it's also the very first expression

I ever saw from you

as we first met

I remember this glowing in your eyes

with dreams on your nose tip

waiting to come true

and there was this sexy smile,

curvy lips

forming words I wasn't prepared to notice

it's a cliché,

but meeting you

was simply overwhelming

I love it

when they play a song you love

cause no matter what's going on

your body slips into the rhythm

and the kitchen turns into the world's greatest dance floor

I love it

cause somehow

you are music

it's too easy to continue,

bittersweet,

so I'll stop,

cause everything has to end

one day

everything

just like us