I've read it somewhere that people are the prettiest when they talk about something they really really love. I never met someone who's so passionate over things and that it changed their whole demeanor when they talked about it. And then I met you. And I fell in love with the way you talked about your favorite games. I fell in love with they way your coal black eyes lit up when you talked about your childhood games. I fell in love with the way you groaned hopelessly when I didn't really get what you had just told me about your games. I fell in love with the hands gestures you made when you were explaining something to me. I fell in love with the way your voices rose a little bit when you got too excited about things.
And then I wonder, how did I look when I talked about my favorite books? Did you fall in love a little bit more when my eyes lit up in excitement the way I fell in love over and over again when those eyes were filled with passion?
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