It's all about.

It's all about the way he dresses right for every occasion,
And he smells fresh too.
It's all about the way he makes up the stupidest excuse to see you,
And you only get to talk to him for a minute or two.
It's all about the way he chooses you over something more supposedly important,
And you panic because he's choosing you (although you like it)
It's all about the way he looks at you when you wake up,
And that kiss on the forehead that answers everything.
It's all about the way he is sad when you are sad,
And you are happy because he's there to be sad.
It's all about the way he is touching your lips,
And that kiss after that.
It's all about the way he counts the days of not seeing each other,
And the last minute you're about to meet.
It's all about the way he jokingly punch your arm,
And how it felt to be touched,
It's all about the way he is smiling when he picks up your calls,
And you know it.