you used to.. you used to call me late at night when my mind was scrambled with thoughts and predicaments that bellow deep from within, only parts of me i let you see. you used to look at me from the side as if hoping i wouldnt notice you stealing glances of me giggling at your not so funny jokes you tend to tell quit too often. you used to wait for the little moments just as i got comfy in your bed, relaxed and nestled youd wrap your arms around my waist just to watch me be squeamish as you tickled my sides till they hurt. you used to rant to me about why your favorite sent is pine needles and why you hate wearing shirts to bed even if it was cold, although they were little topics i would listen because they were what made you so phenomenal. you used to make the face the one where you would stare blankly as your nose schrunches and lips pressed tightly together like a kid refusing medicine, all because of my sarcastic comments when you tried to be serious. you used to trace on the paper of your latest drawing that makes your head spin endlessly, or the thoughts of how one thing lead to another in a swift moment, and most of all the paths in my mind that somehow you just always knew what i was thinking. you used to be the one who spoke with such charm itd leave me breathless and in a puddle. you didnt even try to make the words flow so smoothly you just had that gift of knowledge that you refuse to admit you have. but thats the thing you used to.