Then there is the way he looks at me which makes me weak in the knees.
He sees me as I am. He loves me as I am. I know he loves me, he hasn't told me yet but I just know he does. Why wouldn't he?
There it is. The way his face lits up when he sees me. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy because I can see that he's happy to see me. He always drops whatever he's doing to come to me and he wraps his arms around my waist.
I love it when he pulls me into a hug.
I love it when he loves me like I deserve.
I love him.... that's as simple as this. I love him.
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