He

He reads me quotes, from all his favorite books.
The ones that remind him of how he feels -about the world and about me.

He leaves me notes inside the locker we share,
sweet words formed into even sweeter sentences.
Along with stolen signs.

He knows me. He really knows me,
and he still likes me.

He makes it easy to talk, and he makes it easy to trust.

He makes me believe in love.

He remembers every thing i've said,
because it matters to him.

He laughs with me about stupid things,
even when i tell him im going to get him a book on "how to make balloon animal's",
for christmas.