It's the little things, really...
The way he can touch the roof of his room and still have enough space to bend his elbow, when I can't reach it even if I jump
The way he opens his arms and lets me snuggle up to his shoulder, and we fit perfectly
The way he's all doe-eyed and innocent in the mornings
The way I can see the corners of his mouth curl up when I'm cuddled up to him and headbutt him in the jaw
The way I think he's always warm, and he always thinks i'm warm
The way our fingers interlace when we're walking
The way he always brings me breakfast, or makes dinner, or does the washing up, when I'm tired (and a lot of the time when I'm not)
The way he lets me sleep or nap anywhere, any time, bus or bed
The way he always looks for the best in me, and then brings it out
The way he forgives me, especially when I don't deserve it
There are thousands of reasons to love him, and I enjoy them all, even after nearly a year.... :)
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