for me, it's his constant considerations. he calls me when he's away, he comes running when i need him, he's always thinking of things to do for me. he brings me flowers. he cooks me meals. brings me breakfast in bed sometimes and cooks us dinner. because he holds my head to his chest when we sleep and when we kiss and when we make love he kisses my shoulders and my legs and my feet as if i were the most precious body in the world.
because he always wants to see me. because of his silly laugh. because of how close and comfy we are. because of his commitment to me. because he is so strong and makes me feel at homeand safe and protected. because he wants to protect me.
the way he loves and plays with my cat even though he's a dog person. the way he calls me beautiful every day. how he never says my name, but replaces it with 'sweetie.'
how strong and smart he is. his tattoo, the coolest one i've ever seen.
how respectful he is of his family and considerate he is of strangers.
the thrash metal he listens to in his car. how different we are.

the way his armpits smell when he doesnt wear deodorant and works all day outside.
how he so rarely gets angry. how patient he is with me.
how every time i want to throw it away he sits down and listens and he says just what i need to hear and i feel safe again and wonder if we'll ever get rid of eachother. and think. naw. not likely.

how handy he is, how sexy it is when he's fixing my truck or working on his bike. his sincere interest in my poetry and my art. his pursuit of creating a painting together.

his silky skin and the way we just fit together and feel so right in bed. his half closed eyes in the morning and how he looks sweetest, cutest when he first wakes up.

how giving he is.

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