When someone questions me, “Why do you like him?” I simply answer, “because I do.” I can’t explain explicitly, and I might not even satisfy the one who asked me, but that’s how it goes. I simply like him.
It started with attraction, yes. And then sooner or later, I realized that it was not just the looks I was after, but the whole of him.
The way he the way he smiles . . .
The way he talks . . .
The way he says hi . . .
The way he argues . . .
The way he walks . . .
The way he goes to the bathroom . . .
The way he gets his phone . . .
The way he puts his eye glasses . . .
And even the way he puts his palm to his cheeks . . .
It’s far from love, I know. It’s more of admiration or infatuation–I’m not sure. So when someone asks me again, maybe I’d give a smile, and rewrite this blog, or reply the same answer.