Originally written: October 18, 2009
You tease me like a five-year old and I react like a little girl. It’s kind of cute, you know what I mean? We’re like two kids in a playground who tease each other as if to say “I love you”.
You joke about the little quirks I have and you make me self-conscious. Great, now, I can’t do simple things around you because you’re gonna make fun of me about it. Wait... this means you pay attention.
You say some thing s that I can’t retort or respond to. Dammit, you stump me. You smirk, knowing you’ve won. Fine, fine, so you have.
You drive me mad. You drive me mad in a good way. You make me want you more whenever you do.
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