I love the way he can be forgetful
I love how even if he messes up, he can turn it into a laugh
I love it when he can make me smile when i need it most
I love how he will treat me like a princess when I'm depressed
I love the way he can be protective of me
I love the way he can sometimes blunder and stutter his way through his embarrassment
I love the way he nervously jitters
I love how I can pinpoint moments where his funny face turns into steely determination
I love how he can go on about things he loves, and barely sit through one conversation about things he doesn't find interest in
I love the fact he can be comfortable with not only his friends, but my friends who have never met him
I love how he tries to be interested in the things I like
I love the little ways he has to be adorable
I love how he always manages to give me enough to live through my most heartbreaking nights
I love his addorableness
I love him
