I love you because you don't care what your shoes look like
You never mind switching clothes with me
and when you send me pictures of yourself naked
you are always staring directly at the camera, unashamed and eager
When I reciprocate, my cheeks are always blushing, and I almost always cut my eyes out of the shot
I can't help it, I always look afraid
You and I made our own special place, down the secret steps to Narnia
and only you and I know what the words mean painted into the caved in brick building
on our favorite rooftop
down the road from our secret place
You played with me; I was a faerie and you were a hiker
You found me and we had love on a metal lounge chair long forgotten in a newly made forest
I know all your passwords and you know most of my secrets
You know I trade one bad habit for another
And I know have bad taste in girl musicians
I love you because you know me and it doesn't freak you out
Really I love you just because
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