it’s the way he knows my favorite colors are pink and red and remembers when i told him i love valentine’s day because it celebrates my two favorite colors. when he says “our favorite flavor.” and when he put up the christmas chandelier at the clinic when i was out sick and it was not the placement i wanted, but i said it was fine because it probably took him forever to put up and he told me “you know i would’ve fixed it for you, just for you.” how he set up an alarm everyday for the three days leading up to my birthday. when we got peppermint mochas and he drove me around christmas lane to see all the lights after work and made sure we saw every decoration cus he wanted to make me happy. the random kisses on the head when were watching wakanda forever. me mentioning barnes and noble having a book sale and him immediately saying “let’s go after work.” turning on the space heater in the bathroom so i’m warm when i get out of the shower. when he had to pull me back by my backpack because i don’t look both ways before crossing the street and he apologized lmao. opening car doors for me and keeping it locked if i’m about to open myself. telling me to go on my phone because i woke up too early and he wanted to sleep some more hahah. being so sweet and innocent when i’m grumpy. me telling him i need to stop snacking but him bringing snacks to our desk and making me taste everything he thought was good because he knows i won’t say no to food. at the same time telling me i need to stop accepting food all the time. it’s all the little things he remembers about me like how i look tiny when i wear my work vest and how he likes when i wear flared leggings and crocs. how he notices i drag my feet sometimes and walk with a “t-rex” hand like come on things i don’t even notice about myself. the fact that i make him comfortable enough (almost too comfortable, “i think i have a cyst on my ass”) to tell me anything. i could go on and on.