I love how hard-earned your smile is.
I love that, even though you hate your teeth, your hard-earned smile fills my heart with joy.
I love that you make up songs about my cats.
I love that you love my cats.
I love that you can’t walk in flip flops and you shuffle along like a little kid.
I love your bird beak.
I love the way you make me laugh.
I love your Robert De Niro mole.
I love how you lock eyes with me when you’re on stage, making me feel like I’m the only audience member that matters.
I love how obsessed you are with sweets.
I love how you smell.
I love that you like to take baths.
I love how we would spend Sunday mornings just lounging in the tub together.
I love that we can have telepathic conversations with merely a look.
I love the way your eyes sparkle when you make a joke.
I love how my body fits perfectly into the nook of your chest.
I love that we can talk about movies for hours.
I love your Usher slides.
I love dancing with you.
I love how kissing you feels like home.
I love you.
...
I hate you for leaving.


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