I like the way you called me on your way home from dinner. In the little window of time where you were alone. You let me in on your quiet drive. It's always in little windows of time when I least expect it.
I like hearing your voice because it's soothing. I can hear your eyes roll through the phone - it's paired with your specific staccato laugh when I say something ridiculous.
I like how we flow, at one moment wading in the shallow end, diving far into the deep end in another. Exchanging traumas for compassion. Then you lay out your hours for me brick by brick, and I like that I can experience the whole picture.
You make me want to stay up until 3am to talk about nothing. And you remind me that affection can be playful and silly.
You give me that giddy-when-I-see-your-name kind of joy. And I will float on this crush for as long as I can.