I love the sounds of her voice over video call, when we’re both close to falling asleep on opposite ends of the line, but neither of us want to hang up just yet.
I loved that first day, when she got into my car at the train station, and I kissed her, and it was perfect.
I love making her laugh, an inappropriate joke or a silly face, the chorus of it echoing through my ears.
I love it when she says “I know how you feel” and “I understand”, and I know she means it.
I love the way she knows what I’m about to say, before I’ve even opened my mouth, just from the look on my face.
I love that in a room full of crowded people, our eyes will still find each other’s.
I love the way she holds my hand under the duvet as we’re falling asleep, like the way otters do.
I love the way her body feels pressed against mine. Skin on skin, and nose to nose; it feels like everything is falling into place.
I love the way she makes me feel safe; I forget about my worries, and the rest of the world fades away.
I love that she sees something in me worth fighting for, when I can’t see it myself.
I love her soft lips against mine; I could get lost in those kisses for days.
I love that when I feel like I’m falling apart, she shows me how to put my pieces back together again.
I love our story, how it all began, and all the adventures we’ve had, and are still yet to have.
I love that she calls me her future.
Because she’s mine.
It’s her who I love.
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Yay for wondrous, giddy love!
Love you two xx
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