In his eyes, everything has a value. He cherishes his things, especially those that were given by others. He has this one pair of sock that he likes to use so much because it was a Christmas present from you. One day you found out the sock has a small hole in it and you told him to throw it and buy a new one. But instead of doing so, he sewed it (he tried to and ended up you did it for him). He still uses the sock. He loves it that much, to the extent he made a poem out of it.

There are times when you can't understand him. You once asked him why does he keep using the same thing for years, even when they're already worn out and it's not like he can't afford new ones. He explained because they mean a lot to him, to think how someone saw stuff and remembered him, then bought one for him. He said it's amazing whenever he thinks that people would see stuff and get reminded of him. When he does exactly the same to you.

He always, like always, buys you stuffs. Lots of stuffs. It's rare to find him come home without the Go Green tote bag you gave to him for shopping. He always comes home with that tote bag in his hand, greeting you with a big smile until his cheekbone are raised. He will call you as he lifts the tote bag and asks,"Guess what is it?"

It's either food or random stuffs like a cup with cat shape, succulents (because you love them), or even some accessories because he thinks you'll look pretty with it. Whenever you ask why, it feels like he only has one answer for it.

"Why? Because I thought you'd like it." he says with a smile.

No matter how many times you tell him to stop doing so because you prefer him to save the money, deep down, you love this side of him.

Mark rarely spends his money for himself. He usually buy cheap things with good quality, he doesn't care about the brand as long as it's nice and comfortable to use. But when it comes to others, he can spend a lot. Like, a lot. He doesn't mind to spend thousand dollars for a birthday gift. Not to mention he is always the first person to wish someone happy birthday. You can say he almost never failed to be the first one.

He would stay up until 12 AM, phone in his hands, writing the long-ass messages five minutes before the clock hits 12. Even when he comes late from work that day, no matter how tired he is, he'd spare some time just to wish someone's happy birthday. There was this one time where you fell asleep at your birthday and he worked overtime that day, so he missed the opportunity to wish you happy birthday. The next day, he had to go to work early and you haven't woke up. You thought he'd wish you later after he came home, but you woke up with a present and a letter in front of your bedroom's door.

Mark is a hardworking person, everyone who knows him knows that. Mark isn't that type of fiction man that literally can do everything and is too good to be true (that's what he said, but you don't think so). He can't cook, or should you say he's pretty bad at it? But go back to the first sentence, Mark is a hardworking person. You had a fever one day, a severe one. Your temperature reached 38° C and you could barely eat and get up from bed. It was very bad, to the point Mark looked somehow bigger in your eyes nearly like a titan and the room looked smaller. Everything moved, you could see stars whenever you close your eyes.

You didn't want to eat, or more like you couldn't eat. Food tasted incredibly bad, the smell was too strong that it made you nauseous. You couldn't even smell a faint scent of any kind of food. Even Mark had to eat his snacks outside that time. Mark tried to buy you porridge from several restaurants since that was the only thing your digestive system could process without making you throw up. But since you were sick, food smelled hundred times stronger than usual even when it was a plain porridge. Literally a porridge with boiled chicken, that's all.

Because you couldn't eat it, Mark was worried sick for you. You had to eat, so you could have your medicine. He asked you what you can eat, you said anything that didn't smell like anything. Or just a porridge with no seasoning since you couldn't taste anything except the bitterness left on your tongue from medicine. Mark then stood up, leaving you alone to rest and searching a simple porridge recipe. He cooked a porridge for you, trying his best to make it edible. Took him long before he came back with a small bowl of homemade porridge. He was covered in sweat and his hair was messy, you could also hear his groan when he was cooking, probably because he made mistakes several times. But he still tried until the end. You could eat your medicine that day, thanks to his hard work.

Mark respects people. He respects everyone, never makes fun of anyone's hard work or failure. Instead he gives lots of supportive words, shares his thoughts about how they're already amazing for trying hard or keeping it up until this point. Mark is very positive. You're quite a negative person. So there are times when you feel down and blame yourself for not doing well, worrying about what will happen next because you messed it up. And Mark is always there for you at those times. He'd be right next to you, patting your shoulder or hugging you, telling you some words you wanted to hear, reassure you that everything will be okay, even if it won't, you'll still be okay since you always have him by your side.

You'd cry in his embrace and he'd stroke your back gently and wait until you stop crying. He knows when he has to stay silent and just listens to you or waits for you. And you're forever grateful for it. He never judges you, never cuts you off when you talk, but never justifies your wrongdoings. If you're wrong, he will tell you in the nicest way possible. He also gives you reasons why he thinks it's not okay. He always explains what's in his head and what's his feeling, he never asks you to understand without telling you why.

He directly tells you if he feels uncomfortable or if he doesn't agree with you on something. This way, you almost never fought with him because the communication between you both are clear. Of course you two have fought, but it's usually a small fight. Like how you wanna eat melon for breakfast but he wants watermelon and stuffs.

There are so many small things about Mark that never failed to amaze you. These are just some of it. It's been years since you know each other, yet every day still feels new like the first day you met him, because you keep finding new reasons to fall in love with him once more.