Love

I love it when he teases me. I love the way he makes me laugh. I love the way he talks. I love his taste in clothing. I love the way he calls my attention when I get too noisy. I love the way he tries to look good whenever we go out. I love when he just stares at me when I go none stop talking about nonsense stuffs. I love it when he screams “Awww!” when I bite him. I love the way he eats. I love the way he protects me against mosquitoes. I love it when he gets mad when I do silly things. I love it when he tells me he loves me. I love it when he thinks of me before he goes to sleep. I love it when he flashes that oh so plastic smile. I love it when he gets jealous. I love it when he hugs me so tight. I love the way he plans to have children with me. I love the way he jokes around our close friends. I love it when he puts his arms around my waist. I love the way he murmurs I LOVE YOU. I love the way he whispers into my ears. I love it when we go to mass every Saturday. I love it when he prioritizes me. I love the way he tries to buy me a present eventhough he has no money. I love it when he pets my head. I love it when he gets scared when I don’t feel good. I love it whe he makes ‘tampo’ whenever I didn’t kiss him or hug him. I love the way he stares at me. I love it when he says sorry eventhough it’s really my fault. I love the way he holds my hand while we’re walking. I love it when he tells someone that I’m already his wife. I love it when he talks about the future with me. I love it when we got in a fight then he stares to my eyes and say I’m sorry. Lastly, I love him because ”HE NEEDS ME BECAUSE HE LOVES ME.”