why do you love me the way you do?

why do you slip your hand into mine every chance you get? acting like you don't know how it got there, when we both know you just wanted that extra little security you find in my hand, as I do in yours.

why do our souls speak so fluently? topic after topic, never running out of things to say until it's early morning and we've both screwed up our sleep.

why do you always leave a little kiss on top of my head? a little peck in amongst our comfortable silence. i had never told you, but it still makes my stomach flip; even after all this time.

why do you kiss me the way you do? softly. gently. like I'm the only thing that matters in this world.

It's just that, he never did. So why do you?