sweetness and starlight

It’s the little things that make me fancy her the way I do. The way her left eyebrow raises when she’s telling a story, when she gets a little nervous she looks down and smooths over her nails with her other hand, the way her red hair falls into place framing her pale skin. How passionately she talks about the things and people she adores, and how giddy she gets over something like me quoting one of her favorite shows casually in conversation. Her eyes sparkle even in the dark, it’s quite exquisite, really. When she’s telling a joke or funny story and does that thing where she laughs through her broken words, that laugh that ignites everything inside of me. Something as simple as the way she sighs after that hearty laugh of hers makes me smile. Her wit and humor are what lured me in, but it’s the simple things I’m discovering that are keeping me hooked and coming back for more.