He’s the most affectionate person I’ve ever met, and I’m not, but for the first time in my life I enjoy it more than anything.
He’s only an inch taller than me, and we weigh the same amount, but it doesn’t matter because he treats me like the most fragile thing he’s ever had.
He’s my bodyguard, and my best friend, and the stupid boy I can’t get off my mind, and the first person I pray for in the morning, and the last person I pray for at night.
He makes me a better person, and I hope I make him a better person too, and I hope he doesn’t forget me while he’s gone for four weeks, even though I know that’s stupid and would never happen.
He remembers what I'm allergic to better than I do, and his eyes make me forget what I should be doing. He makes me forget things in the best way possible, and I can't wait to see what else I can't r e m e m b e r with him around.