I’m a girl who love little cute things, especially in love, especially with him.
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I love hand-writing letters he send me on sudden
I love the way he texts me:" can I call you? I miss your voice"
I love the way he holds my hand on our every first day and until now when we’re been in 1 year relationships
I love the way he will miss me if it’s raining, worry if I would catch cold
I love the way he worried that if a guy had a container full of fried-chickens, I would go away.
He only knows I love chicken so much, but I love him more!
I love the way he helps me make the meals though he is not good at it
I love the way he always hides behind my back whenever there’s crocks
I love the way he touches my hairs, I don’t know, I just love it
I love his chubby face and fat belly, he just looks like a cartoon character, very cute
And I love ...
And more ....
And more ....
But the thing I love most about him is: how many time I crualy push him away from me, he always patiently find a way to back to me.
And I feel thankful about it, also.