I like the way the sun comes in through your window and the way it paints your face in yellows and blues. I like the way im learning to love myself as well as you. I like the way that you are singing and the way your notes twist and bend above the choir. I can always seem to hear you and you can always seem to see me. And i dont know how i am feeling but when im with you im filled with hope, so ill write a quick love song or two, insert it between some suicide notes. I like the way that you are smiling and the way you laugh to hard, unlike the way im always crying i never really know what for. I like the way you keep touching my hand infrequently whenever we seem to agree. I hope that feeling remains when you come back but i guess we'll just have to see oh i guess we'll just have to see. Diners, movies, letters, phone calls, soft talk, day naps, all i think about is you.