for the past few hours we've been talking about a lot of things. like how you're always doing something with your hands because its sort of like a nervous habit, i told you how i have weird habits too, you told me i look better with my hair tied back because it shows my face more, you said that you always feel better when you're around me or talking to me and that i never annoy you, i told you about the shit morning i was having but once i saw you i felt better, how we both have weird things we do like how we spend a few minutes to make sure we've gotten the conditioner out of our hair in the shower, you told me alot of stuff that made more sense like why you always play with my hands and why you spin your phone around, you said you felt sick this morning because you thought i was really mad at you, you told me about when you used to smoke, how my face went red because i was laughing so hard during p.e and i told you how i wanted to send you cute cat photo's. but you know what's the greatest thing of all? you haven't made me feel stupid for telling you these things, you haven't judged me or made fun of me and i like that. i like this.