him

I love him, a lot. I see him and I feel happy. I love him when he is concentrating hard on a task. I love him when he looks like a cowboy. I love him when he motivates me to keep going. I love him when he makes eye contact with me and doesn’t look away. I love him when he kisses me because he wants to and not because I asked. I love him when he knows I need a scold to get my act together. I love him when he hopes for the best. I love him.

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