i do remember the swing in your step.
the laugh of the party, you're showing off again.                               //
            ♥                                  i roll my eyes, and then you pull me in.
(i'm not much for dancing,                                 but for you i did.)
because i love your hand shape,
meeting my father.
i love how you walk with your               hands in your pockets.
how you'd kiss me when i was in the middle of saying something.
[      there's not a day i don't miss those rude interruptions.      ]