Because

what does honest love feign to feel like? 

because I don't like anyone,

but I miss her as soon as she leaves

because I don't touch anyone,

but I find myself feigning a yawn

just to coyly drape my arm across her shoulders

as she huffs out a giggle

because she borrowed my shirt

over a month ago,

and I don't have the heart to wash it

because she catches me looking

because she's beautiful, even when she's snoring quietly and her sweatshirt is riding up and her drool is pooling on the pillow and sleepy sweat makes her back look sticky and her baby hairs curl against her forehead and her-

why do I love her?

just because