he knows that when my nose gets cold my body gets cold as well, and warms me up with eskimo kisses, and bear hugs.

i love eskimo kisses.

and i love late nights underneath the stars, and that i fit underneath his chin, and that he doesn't laugh at what i love most in the world. and the fact that he loves fireworks too. and that he will sit and play games with my best friends insanely drunk parents and laugh and enjoy himself even if its really not what he would like to be doing. and that he will let my crazy puppy get to know him again every single time he comes to the house. and when i ask him to tell me a funny story no matter how tired or on the spot it is, he always tries his best. and that something as simple as just standing together underneath the moon, talking or not, is completely comfortable with him. and i love his thought stealing powers. and so many other little things...

and i love smiling...

smiling is a very good thing. and he makes me smile. he makes me smile a lot.