God, I'm in love with this girl.

It just hit me, out of nowhere.

She wasn't doing anything different, wearing anything special.

She didn't have to.

She was just sitting there, wearing the sweatshirt she stole from me and the old pyjama pants, her hair in a mess, her face void of any make up, her favourite book in her hand.

That's all she did, be herself.

That's all she had to do to make me fall for her.

And, man, did I fall.

I fell for the way she sleeps, hogging most of the bed.

The way she complains about her weight but is too lazy to work out.

The way she loves watching horror movies but gets scared while watching them.

The way she laughs.

The way she talks.

The way she is.

Her insecurities.

Her quirks.

Her flaws.

I fell in love with all of her.

And I don't mind that.