The Way You Do It

More than anything I want to see the happy spirit inside of your eyes, when there're little devils dancing inside of your mind, making u go in for crazy things. The way they come and go into your overfilled brain in an endless stream is something out of the ordinary. Extraordinary lively mind of a child that will never grow up. A Peter Pan's dream in disguise you are.

Leaving your mobile phone at home but not forgetting to tease the neighbors' dog - that is so typical of you.
Rushing to lead a friend to a god forgotten place while rescuing to be dismissed at a time - that is so like you.
A mess that you call up a clean space will some day drive me to the point of hysteria - it won't last long but it will be too severe to overcome it. The way you pick up every lost and cold creature - starting from a kitten to a bug - makes me heal all the rotten parts of my human heart.
The way we talk without having to use words. The way you screw up and make it seem random isn't the thing I love most in this life, but the way you take it - is the thing I can't live without.
The trash in your pockets would be enough to fill a good basket
The way we miss our train feeding fat slowly walking pigeons and sending appointments far away (I think their unwillingness to a proper flight is our fault after all).
The times when we were able to find the way out of I-do-not-know-how-we-gonna-make-it situations is something that will live with me as long as I can live myself.

I can reflect each and every peace of the good moments, as well as I can reflect all the hard things we met on our way. For if there were none, that time would not cost a thing.

No reason or right to be unhappy as long as I got you