I woke up to a late night text saying you missed my face. I
told you I saw you earlier in class, but you still missed me. You
had a long day, you wanted to cuddle. I laughed and told you good
night. I got a whiny call the next minute after. I couldn't
help giggling, I probably sounded so annoyingly smitten. I hung up
and was there in the next ten minutes or so. I'm easily
persuaded when it's you. I can drop anything when it's for
you. I'm wrapped around your finger, I'd do anything for
you. No lie, I'd do it all if you need me to. But don't get
too cocky, I've got you good too. I love making you the
small spoon because it's funny, you pretend you're doing it
for me, but I know you like feeling tiny. You're so cozy.
You're so cool. I'd never shower you with this many
compliments if I was in front of you. I'd call you a needy
loser, while hugging you closer. Ah, I hate you.