I’m in love, not romantically.
He doesn’t give me butterflies, that’s not what I needed. I’m in love, for the way he cares, for the way he prioritizes me over everything that sometimes it makes me cry, to be loved this purely. He watches my steps as I come downstairs, he makes time for me, even when we are 110 km away, when it’s midnight and I’m crying myself out, he would come right away, for me. That’s the most beautiful way of I love yous I’ve ever had.
— C.










