The way she lowers her head down as she passes by basically wondering about everything. As she looks for a path while biting her lips or while walking really fast as if she’s in a race. The way her eyes sparkle when she’s babbling about the things she loves. The way she stares at everyone and meticulously observe every movement. The psychological talks that make her heart leap in excitement. The way she gazes at the sky at night as she quietly names each star. The way she laughs when she’s alone and the way she breaks down and tries to look happy as she got out of the bathroom. The way she bites her nails when she’s bored and the way she flips her hair when writing out an essay. The way she sniffs continuously when smelling the scent of alcohol or books. The way she cheers up immediately after seeing colorful pages because of highlights and the way she buys things in regret because of its color. The way she looks in the eye and tries to look behind walls. The way she cringes and suddenly crave for her comfort foods. 

      She got a million random fascinations.

      The way she makes me laugh without trying. The way she makes me feel something out of nothing. The way she makes me love her without any doubt.