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I like it when people smile.

I like the way everyone seems a thousand times more lovely when they’re happy, and I like the way a girl becomes a thousand times more precious when she’s sad. 

I like the smell before it rains and maybe the way it smells after, too—but most of all, I like you. I like the way you make my heart race when your name appears on my phone and I like it when you call more than once because you know I never answer the first time—I like the way you call on private but my heart always knows it’s you.

I like the way your hand feels around my neck, the way your teeth enclose around my lips.

I like the way your hands move perfectly in sync with my body, and I like how you’re never overeager like I am.

I like how you were patient and I like how you were aggressive.

But when moon touches sky, I don’t like how night reminds me of you.