Jealousy turning saints into the sea.

It’s days like this that make me believe you really like me. It’s days like this that make me realize how much I like you. The way we banter back and forth about unimportant things. The way you look when we make eye contact. When I see you looking at me, I can’t help but smile. The way you gave me your jacket and let me wear it and didn’t ask for it back until it was absolutely necessary. When you let your hands linger on mine when you give me a high five or a fist bump. These small things that you do that get the butterflies in my stomach moving.