I love those moments where they just know what to say or do, even though I said I didn't want them to, but really did.
I love the way our bodies fit together when we're sleeping.
I love it when they do something for you spontaneously, and don't ask for anything in return, and you suddenly feel like you'd do anything they wanted (even that rather dirty thing they mentioned the other day that you didn't think would be such a nice idea).
I love when they buy you the perfect underwear. And love the way you look in it. And then want to tear it off you.
I love when they tell you what to do, knowing that it's what's best for you.
I love that they don't care if your clothes don't match, or your hair won't straighten properly.
I love that they can quickly put your paranoia into perspective.
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