When you tease me,
and we joke.
When you do your little laugh
(the one that is quieter,
and very sweet)
as you laugh at me for
my silliness.
When you and I are alone,
when we are working.
As we cut the giant paper
with only our hands,
taking turns,
as it is a two-person job.
When I earn my "paper cutting badge"
and you take your turn and I make fun
of you for ripping the paper all jagged.
When we are just chatting,
and collaborating.
When we are utter equals
in all aspects of our lives.
I am happy then.
And I cannot, cannot help
but wonder,
is there something behind this?
Because your smile is so sweet,
and your laugh so sincere.
You are so nice to me,
and we can be funny together.
Is there something here,
or am I crazy?
Because when you look at me
like you do,
I just want to ask,
"could we make it?"
I just want to hug you real tight.
And let you know,
I love you, the most.
And I want to know.
Because in cutting the purple paper roll
in the half-light with just you,
and when I am being my paranoid self
and you just laugh lightly,
god, I am just taken aback
in such a good way.
I just wanted to keep looking at you,
because you were looking at me,
and I couldn't.
Why is life like this?
I'm not quite sure I'll ever decode
such a complex mystery.
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