Everything that I do reminds me of you.

There’s no chance that you actually know how much I love you. It’s been like that from the very first day, to be honest. You were so nice and sweet to me and every time we talked, it was easy for me to forget about any troubles I might’ve had back then and just enjoy myself. That was the first time I knew you were special. Then we had those countless dates and you never failed to prove it. That movie night when we forgot about the movies and ended up cuddling, those little walks and fancy dinners in town… Oh, and I still remember that day when I woke you up because I wanted some coffee, and you actually got out of the bed and went to Starbucks with me, because you didn’t want me to go alone. And every day I can see all these little things that make me fall for you over and over again, but every time I try to say something, I look at you or you hold me in your arms, it’s all gone. Who can you do that, honestly?

I love how we can be all serious and sappy about our love and then just run around the house like crazy kids. I love how you always steal my covers in attempt to make me get closer to you (and I’ll always tease you about that, just so you know). I love that the first thing I see every morning is your smiling face. I love you.

MORE, because a) you’re not going to fight your deeply pregnant wife, (are you?) and b) you let me win once, so I have every chance to win again.

And you can always get me to go to Starbucks with you. Maybe... actually... you can about make me do whatever you want. Just cause I love you.