I love how he looks for me in the middle of the night, touching me
to make sure im there.
I love and miss our daily chat sessions, when we talk we drink we share.
I love the tiny triangles he folds at my corner of the duvet welcoming me to bed
And how he gets me dinner so i dont worry my pretty little head
But after all the things said and done..
My reasons are more than one
I love that he makes me rhyme
Nont once not twice but hopefully all the time
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