i know it's already past. i just feel like reblogging it. - the answer.

You ask me why I like you, and it’s really something I can’t put into words. Maybe it’s because you make me happy most of the time. Maybe it’s because you know how to keep a conversation with me. Maybe it’s because you got me thinking about you before I go to sleep, and after I wake up. Maybe it’s because I can be myself around you. Maybe it’s because you bring the best out of me. Maybe it’s because I can spend hours on the phone with you talking about the stupidest things. Maybe it’s because I can never get enough of you. Maybe it’s just because your just being yourself, and I’m slowly falling for you.