In time

The way I giggle will become annoying to you

You’ll stop noticing how overprotective I am

You’ll stop finding it cute how I curl up in your arms when I’m tired

You’ll stop noticing the cute way my nose wrinkles when I smile

You’ll stop caring about the fact that when you wake up I always crack open a window so you can breath in fresh morning air

You’ll stop noticing the lovely outfits I wear

My hands will no longer be intriguing to you

And my eyes will no longer be your source of inspiration

In time…You will take me for granted…