You treat me like a princess.
Whenever I express a small inkling of want towards an object you would buy it for me.
"As long as it's practical," you said.
Totally, because 3 packages of 5 pairs of fish themed socks, 2 flower crowns, Love Spell from Victoria's secret, and a star plushie all seem practical. All though, Love Spell smells nice and the star plushie is soft.
You always open doors for me. Just because you started going to the gym doesn't mean I can't use my own stick arms to open doors, but thanks.
You always put your needs before mine.
You always press kisses on my forehead.
You thread your fingers through my hair.
You wipe tables off in public places before I place my hands/tray/plate down.
You get my flowers every month and each one has a meaning.
You text me memes.
My contact name is "Princess".
You understand what I'm saying.
You understand my needs, my mood swings, my pet peeves, my problems.
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Twenty-five Better Reasons Why I Love You
FanfictionDear Simon, Hi again, it's me. Haha. Thank you for loving me. But it is me who doesn't deserve you. Let me tell you how much I love you in 25 Better Reasons Why I Love You. Love you, Vik