I like him

I like the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs.

I like the way he smiles when he says my name.

I like the way his laugh sounds like pure symphony to me.

I like the feeling of safety I get when his arms wrap around me at night.

I like how he is obsessed with red and black.

I like how his scent reminds me of your peppermint breath so much.

I like the way he loves me, like the way I had loved you.

I like the way he makes me smile, like you did. 

Maybe that's why I am infatuated with him. 

Maybe that's why I love him, being it the only way I can love myself too. 

What I don't like about him though, is how he isn't you.