Little things started grabbing my attention more. The way your hair moved, what you did with your hands when you weren’t talking, your smile, when you got changed, when you were scared and grabbed onto me, when you cried, when I saw you look at me in the corner of my eye, or when our eyes met after you did something stupid, but adorable. I was noticing little things because they made me feel something different from the usual. Like they punched me in the chest a little. Or spun me in a circle for a while.
