Waiting in line during our lunch date, he was staring at my mouth as I spoke. Not completely odd, given we were having a discussion, however he always looks me in the eyes. Did I have food in my teeth? Doubtful. If I did I’m sure he would have (a) picked it out (b) laughed and pointed, and told me to remove it.

“What are you looking at?” He smiles wider, his eyes look soft, sweet. “What?” “I’m just admiring your smile, and the way you laugh. I’m just loving you, jeez!” He says playfully, with faux exasperation. The moment reminds me of a quote.

“I want someone to fall in love with the way I laugh and the way I smile. I want someone to listen to the ramblings of my inner child. Someone who touches my face and brushes the hair from my eyes. I want someone who loves me or at least holds me like they do. But I only want that if it’s you.”

Cheers to lucky me, for having already found my match.