glow

I fall in love with people who whistle or hum songs that have been stuck in their heads for weeks and walk with clumsy feet and bite their lips absentmindedly and whose eyes light up when they talk about their favorite things and like to jump in rain puddles and twirl their fingers in their hair and hold their coffee cups with both hands and blush at every compliment and unknowingly speak in poetry and practice their signatures and hold eye contact for so long it makes me uncomfortable.