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The best feeling..
Getting great presents from him, because he wants you to think of him more often. As if you can even get him out of your mind.
Having him be jealous or defensive, because well, he’s afraid of losing you.
Being held by him on those excruciating period days, when he cups your face in his hands, stroking you hair, and making you feel miraculously comfortable, just the way you want him to.
Hearing him say you’re beautiful, because even if you already knew he thinks that, it still makes you blush.
Being playful with you, tickling you, screaming penis in public just so you’re not alone doing it, because he’s comfortable with you.
Getting to hold his childhood toy to sleep at night, because it’s a big part of him, and you know he wants you to have it, and you know that he trusts you to take care of it.
Wearing his sweatshirt when you tell him you’re cold. Even better, cuddling, because nothing else warms you better.
Walking with him in public, and he stands tall as if to show the pride he has of the girl right next to him.
Seeing him smile, and you know he put it there. Fjal;kdjfadshfr, unexplainable.
Hearing his voice on the phone on those spontaneous calls, when you don’t expect it. And getting all nervous before picking up the phone.
Knowing that he made the effort to see you, especially when he’s surprising you from miles away, because he wanted to see you that bad.
Going on a million dates, and in the end of each one, feeling so happy and perfect, you could actually drop dead.
Laughing until you can’t breathe on those inside jokes you have, because you two are tight.
Cuddling with him on those cold winter days, watching the cheesiest movie that he probably hates but agrees to watch, because he wants an excuse to be close to you.
Getting a hug, even a short one, better if it’s a long one, when you’re upset, and then completely forgetting what went wrong in your day.
Holding his hand while he drives, because no matter how fast he drives, even if he hits 110, you always feel safe.
Getting those goodmorning texts he sends, which pretty much says, “hey, you were my first thought of the day.” It sends a shock through your heart that you can’t explain. Even after a week. A month. A year.
Hearing him say he misses you through the distance, even though you left his sight just one second ago.
Having fights and then making up before the night ends, just so he can make sure you have a good night’s sleep, and that the next morning will be delightful, too.
Seeing the way he looks at you the way he does, something so special, no words could possibly describe.
Having him tease you about other boys, because you know you’re doing your job right, because even though he jokes about other boys, he knows you love him.
Knowing that when you kiss him, you’re the only girl he’s kissing, that no one else in the world gets to touch his lips, but you.
Cupping your face, looking into your eyes, and then kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. Priceless.
Knowing you’re never alone. Whatever happens, you can break a nail or break a bone, if you shed a single tear, he’ll be there to make them disappear.
Hearing him whisper I love you when no one else can hear, when no one else is listening, when it’s just the two of you, and he’s not proving it to anyone else. When it’s just between you two, and you know he really means it.
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