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I like the way you enjoy barstools as much as I do. I like the way you don’t believe me when I’ve said something cynical. I like the way you remember the shit I talked the week before. I like the way the countryside makes you feel at home. I like the way you make me feel like I’m home. I like the way you laugh at me barefoot in pajamas, with my bra thrown over my shoulder. I like the way you turn up your favorite band. I like the look in your eyes as you kiss my fingers. I like the way your hugs feel as if you’ve wrapped up my entire body. I like the way you tell me ‘okay, look’ right after I’ve said something attention seeking. I like the way you stroke my cheek while I’m swallowing your cock. I like the way you snuggle. I like the way you brag about having watered your one potted plant. I like the way you know the way to my house when I’m too drunk to drive. I like the way you make me talk about my feelings. I like the way you care enough to understand me. I like the way you smell. I like the way you taste. I like my fingers in your beard. I like who I am when I’m with you.