About the way my heart speeds up whenever he walks into the room, even if I’m not looking, because somehow I just know he’s there. About all the things I know about him. About how I collect every scrap of information he gives me because I want to know everything. About how much I like the way he says “hi” to me in his gravelly morning voice when he opens his eyes and how I live for the sleepy smile that always goes with that greeting. How cute it is when he sometimes laughs at his own jokes. How my favorite time of the day is the night now, because that’s when he’s pressed against me, head to
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