He is more amazing than sweet milky tea and dumplings
If I ever write music again, this is probably going to be a song. I just.. I love him. It is horrible. I hate letting people in and he just let himself in and decided not to shut the door behind him. He is stubborn, arrogant, persistent, insistent, infuriating and I love him. I love the smile he flashes when he hasn't seen me in a while. I love the way he winds his arms around my waist and the way he always finds a way to touch or be near me. I love the way he strokes my hair when he cuddles me. I love the way we fit perfectly together. I'm just tall enough to rest my head in the curve of his neck. I love the way he drives me totally insane. I love the way he tells me when I am wrong. I love the look he flashes me when I tell him he is wrong. I love the way he says my name, I love the fact he still calls me Sheepy. I love the way he is scared to lose me and the way he looks at me like I'm somehow unbelievable. His eyes. The smell of his skin. The way he is almost the opposite to me but still gets me like nobody else. I just.. ugh. I am smitten. And I hear that I am gushing but I can't stop. Leaving him was the hardest part of my day. Coming home to wear his jumper and drink tea was kind of... underwhelming. He drives me absolutely mental but I love him.