I woke up to a late night text saying you missed my face. I told you I saw you earlier in class, but you still missed me. You had a long day, you wanted to cuddle. I laughed and told you good night. I got a whiny call the next minute after. I couldn't help giggling, I probably sounded so annoyingly smitten. I hung up and was there in the next ten minutes or so. I'm easily persuaded when it's you. I can drop anything when it's for you. I'm wrapped around your finger, I'd do anything for you. No lie, I'd do it all if you need me to. But don't get too cocky, I've got you good too. I love making you the small spoon because it's funny, you pretend you're doing it for me, but I know you like feeling tiny. You're so cozy. You're so cool. I'd never shower you with this many compliments if I was in front of you. I'd call you a needy loser, while hugging you closer. Ah, I hate you.