"I think I might, possibly be in love with her," I confessed. Her smile widened, and her grip tightened.
"Why do you say that?" She questioned, just trying to tease me. This was hard.
"I-I don't exactly know. I think... Honestly, I have absolutely no idea. Well, I do love the way her eyes sparkle when she's happy, the way her hair bounces over her shoulder when she's 'happy dancing'," I found myself smiling. She has this way, of making the simplest of things special, you know? I adore the way her nose twitches when she's sleeping. Her laugh is contagious, it's music to my ears. That one melody I love to hear. Seeing her smile makes my day, it's like she stole my heart and locked it away. I love it when she sings, even though it's horrible. And when I show her a new song, she pretends to know it so she won't look dumb. I love it when she blushes, especially when I'm the reason. If I continue talking, I think I would never stop, because - I would write a book about her."
- A Unique Kind Of Love, by Yasmin Osman.