The other little things

When he throws around big words like ubiquitous I feel like both punching and admiring
-But he still hates wordplays
The parallels and connections he tries to abandon but it's too deep of an association
When he keeps quiet about the things we expect him to be least quiet about
-And I can't help but wonder if it's just our misconception or his mind is talking out loud in silent
When he tries not to laugh at my jokes
-But sometimes can't help it and soon apologizes
For what? Showing your joy?
When he touches other girls but me
-But i'm relieved, really.
But...
No buts.
It's my own world i'm living in.
Because these little things are supposed to be insignificant, but I love people too much to let these go.
He happens to be one of my muses.