"Não me importo de perder se for pra ficar aos teus pés"

I hope you haven't figured it out by now, but I may somehow love the way you laugh. Or the way you don't laugh when I'm fully expecting you to. Or maybe I love to lay my head on your sholder and hear you breathing for a while. Or when you stare at me. I think I just might love your voice too. And the way you kiss my neck so softly. When you hug me and surprise me, when you say I'm so annoying that nobody else would ever stand me. When you tell me you missed me and how nervous you were to call me. And everbody has been telling me how bigger my smile is when I'm around you. I can't really understand how we got here, but we did. And so here's this: I think I love you.