As a college student you’re either struggling academically, financially, or emotionally. Or all three.
Your voice is my favorite sound, and your name is my favorite noun. Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to look at someone and smile for no reason.
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.