I love it when he makes me playlists. He picks the songs carefully. Songs that relate to us. Songs that tell how he feels about me. Songs for the mood I need.
I love his smile and laugh. His smile is sweet and his laugh is loud.
I love it when his face is so close to mine, it feels like I’m the only one that matters for him.
I love that we don’t hide who we really are. We know each other’s worst and best.
I enjoy our nights. We would talk for hours until we both feel sleepy, catching up, asking deep questions to each other, resolve things that we bottle up.
I enjoy snuggling and cuddling with him. It feels like home.
I enjoy kissing the top of his head and smell it.
I enjoy it when we hug, kiss, hold hands, and even sleep with our backs touching each other’s. Every nook and cranny of our bodies just fit.