15 août 2009, 21h22m par roger_incoma
17 sept. 2007, 20h50m par whatever39I love the way he looks at me.
The way his eyes shine on me everyday. Those could be just ordinary hazel eyes I could never describe, but when he's staring at me, it looks like all the world stopped to him.
I love the passionate, childish way he loves me; the way he can make a princess out of me and put me on the top of a tower.
Love the way he hates my closest friends because they steal my attention, and the way he hates his father because he won't let him go out with me.
Love the way he hugs me tight, the adorable way he kisses me, the way he says "I love you" and "I miss you"; the way he's such a gentleman and always nice to everyone; the way he's always calm and gets that to me; the way he's so sure of himself and the way he would never admit he's wrong.
I love all and each one of his mistakes.