I like your crooked teeth and I like your messy hair. I like

I like your crooked teeth and I like your messy hair. I like the warmness of your hands; how they hold mine with great care. I like the paleness of your face, how I can make it burn bright red. How when I stare you start to jitter and look upon the ground instead. I like the way you like my eyes and the way you joke and tease, how just one of your simple smiles can weaken both my knees. I like how much you like me, we both know that it's true, but I'm still terrified of how I'm so in love with you.