you're the only exception

I hate when you're not talking to me, 'cuz I wonder who are you talking to.

I hate when I call you and all I hear is a busy tone.

I love the way you smile, the way you simply gets me.

I like the way you pass your fingers on my skin, even when it gives me chills.

And when I'm about to cry and you hold me, it just makes me want to smile.

I don't know how you get me, not even how you got me.
You just did, like magic, like you make life magical.